Lyrics:
My name is Louis
We out here double L
E T ATK
You ardy' know what time it is
Its gettin real scary
It ain't just disrespect it's at ya neck
Smiles
faces
D-E-C-A-T-U-R, where I'm from, Bad Newz where I'm dodgin' these cases
Nigga wanna run with the gang, tie ya' laces
Nigga want smoke with the gang,
niggas washed up, all you niggas getting old
I ain't never been pressed cause a nigga do not fold
Stand tall, ten toes, yea im living by the code
If
on E now it’s Racks when I’m pop out
Hoes on my bumper they Peep that I’m up now
I’m too busy tryna go break the P down
I’m getting racks No Serena
dreams
Pop a pill all it means I won’t feel Ill
Swallow my world whole
Lost hope
Betting my stones
Letting my secrets go
You my secret treasure
Dark and mysterious aura
Yeah, it's midnight, yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh
Feel those shivers runnin' down my spine, yeah, when you walk by, yeah
You twist my
the best you gotta have the respect
I do the same to you that I do to the Alphabet
I put the A, the B, the C, D, E, and the F in the back of a EMS
Before
circumcision
And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin
My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin
Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous
Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll
did solid, no complainin' when me heart did fulla doubt (doubt)
Some man a bigger rat, some guy a mouse
The pussy dem a watch e cheese, me pop it off
My pops told me treat your team like everything
Prepare e well, make sure they ready for anything
I give my word, hands down, no funny dreams
Where
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
[chorus]
[kon artis]
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin' classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by
We Married - The Bride Slide(Pop/R&B)
Performed by E. Walter Smith featuring LaVoria Reese & Lady Fay
Vamp
Bride Slide (Hey!)
Bride
like Swarovski
Never needed swag, politics, or paparazzi
I'd rather knock a foxy chick
Pop Gestapo Nazis hot by proxy
I rhymed with the greatest emcees
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
[Omar Epps]
O.E., Big High Scene, whatever you like
Old deal, slash by and competitive type
I'm better than Mike, the Jordans is up in the shelf
Next
When my tank on E i get in that mood
Hard in the paint it aint no Tanking
1 2 3 4 5 more franklins
Ball so hard you wouldnt believe
Aint no flex cause
wanna talk so let me be I tried to warn ya
Can't help that I'm stuck in my ways, got me stuck in this place
Cause I'm stuck up when I'm fucked up
Rap like
BangA! on the beat Fresh with the heat
Spitting for the streets opps obsolete
Cops follow me heard I got that D, O, to the P
Don't forget about the E
the elegance
Show you what i can do for the helluva it
I aint really fuckin wit u im celibate
But i pop her like a pill for the medicine
Skip the whole winter
on a voyage
What a rhyme scheme
Who else on par with my writing
Ya'll are dieting, I'm a deity
We're living in Generation ADD
Microwave mind digital deficiency
blind by my spinners
Look at the damn better make a killin' man
When I stop 28's look like a ceiling fan
I done came down
I done came down
I done
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