Lyrics:
or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug
know, could get dough and pimp a hoe
but never give a fuck what a freak say
bitch come on!
[chorus] (repeat) {1:08}
[verse two] {1:35}
i'm the same
[Chorus: x2]
[Dre]
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe, never lived off in no cave
twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
[Chorus]
Ayo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front
("It's the real")
("Conversatin' like some raw pimps sportin' the minks")
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
("You know and I know")
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin
little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they -
Or most of them - devout churchgoers? I
Detest the two-faced who
chilling with
See you thinking bout money, but I'm talking time
In 2020, I'm in two different pair a digms
Count the ticks as I crank up your think tank
That
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
flipped you in the river did you see G Mone in the "O"
By the ???
Flippin' this A-G-2-A mutha fuckin Ki'
You best believe we rob yo spot
Why not? We
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
of the year
The year
2 Chainz I got you
Yo, look what my flow bout
Make a niggas head spin til his eyes fall out
My team the machine, niggas not gon doubt
What
represent to keep it live
Testin' 1-2-3 I flows rhymes wicked Jamal represent to keep it live (x2)
Verse 1:
Back in the day where I'm from in the slum it was
in time and space
The are stories of a future
These niggas can't see me
The answer in which you'll live in a million could be years on 1000 maybe
defense
A pro bowl with soul for local events
The crew name is cl smooth and Pete Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp
at 13, he was 41 taken from us
Say numbers don't lie
Helicopters drop from the sky
You live by it, you die by it
Kobe chose to fly
Great man, great father
Deliver us(yeah), deliver us (what, yeah)
Deli-deliver us
And what the people say? We wanna live it up
And what the people want? Please deliver
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
click, jealous hoes die too
I would have been a lawyer by the age of twenty two
But I won't, so I don't give a fuck about killing dudes
I sell crack
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
stunts, and drinkin' brew
For the criminal acts done by criminal crews
(2X) ‘Father forgive them for they know not what they do'
For disregarding what is
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