Lyrics:
Spurtin off in my lawf of cousrse I kno my shits tight,
Surprise open my eyes still surprise got my shorty flying in wit' keys
Taped to her thys wit
ugly
Is that Smegol
Open her mouth
That shit gon reek though
One of my mans got lift by a street hoe
She done it before like R.I.C.O
Patriotic to my
Hill's Black Sunday
Gave me the vision that I could rap one day
Still was cranking shit from our side
But I wasn't gon pass by the Pharcyde
I had my left
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
of haze, it's in the drain
You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate
That ghetto P and that ghetto cash
My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass
You
of haze, it's in the drain
You wish you seen P, man, you know she couldn't hate
That ghetto P and that ghetto cash
My ghetto eyes on her ghetto ass
You
with a Uzi
Red blood on my bottoms they Gucci
We don't need Bacardi to party
My bitch roll a J call her juicy
These niggas can't tell their
P's from
the one I’m with
Take the spot
To be my down a** bi**h
The way you murder me
Heeey
The way I murder you
And
That look in your eyes
Is like the sunrise
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
the pen, comma and ampersand
Eyes open reflecting the starry ceiling and the fan
Mata yo ga akereba owakare
Yume wa tooki maboroshi ni
Anata wo
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
my eyes and tell me you don't really see a King
Open my heart and you'll see that I love so genuinely
Pain of a life so I let the drugs put me to sleep
and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes
on the prize (5X)
Keep your eyes on the prize (5X)
[ *scratched letters* ]
"P"
"are"
"I"
"Z"
"E"
open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his b**** I'm like his main man
Act shifty your resistance gone swiftly
black eyes?
You ain't gotta tell her nothin', you just told her twice
And I don't wanna put my hands on ya, I got a plan for ya
Get with my mans, he
avalanche
Open that letter
I bet it makes you feel better
By the first line of the last P.S
We've got wheels
We've got chairs
We can go driving
Or we can
khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open
and on my stomach spells T-are-you
that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my
ain't a superstore
Eyes wide open, like suicide doors
When it comes to the hate, I don't hear that noise
I'm just playing the game, like a joystick in my
this game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scoping out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close 'cause they worse than dope fiends
I hope
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, [?] with so
to see if my eyes open cause I've been drankin, and
I've
Been smokin' and flying down 285 but I'm focused its a four fifty four, where it says I raise
R.I.P
What it for
Five up for the P
That's that fire OG
On the road smoking at my shows
Yeah you know that's me
Hit the border
Break it down
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