Lyrics:
It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said, "Sit down, punk, I want to talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now there's a time
Life is shorter everyday my nigga make the right moves
Choose your hustle spots wisely police give you the blues
Lock you up put a strike by your
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
more
'Cause you know what time it is
Don't even front muthafucka
You think by getting with my enemy
That will get you some love with my heart
Nigga? FUCK
didn't peep you niggas creeping?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
Cpo, we got the bomb spot, nigga time
didn't peep you niggas creeping?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
Cpo, we got the bomb spot, nigga time
didn't peep you niggas creeping?
This how we do it every weekend
I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit
Cpo, we got the bomb spot, nigga time
as the stratosphere
I can hear the voices in my mind when I rhyme
Give it up, you're out of time
Never even had a prime
Like if Preemo never linked up with 5'9"
Now I'm the mothafucka that you read about
Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!
This is
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
niggas
And one-time had enough of me
I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
They wanna send me to the pen', punk
Picture that i stay strapped
knows about your sorry ass simpin for a hoe
I thought you knew, _Life Is.._
But the punk motherfucker can't handle his
So you weak bizznews ain't no
with a plan to get my wife. I keep the
Money hype so we can do whatever we like. When you got money it's always the
Prime of life. Extreme aversion
who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
but
who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
but
the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
them birds
Ya heard me
Can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
Reposessed it from some of my
Greatest idols
You punk ass bitches is
through
Fuck me? No, fuck you, now I gotta touch you
Fuckin', bitch, suckin' dick like a jockstrap
Put them Glocks back
Tryna be the first punk
to that ?..u same as I
Reminiscing to that very time
No pun intended nor the rhyme
But to that very time..i call it prime of your smile
Where you draw
in the sand
And my God is the Sun
I'm shakin' up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I'm working
a trick on me asphalt concrete all I can see
You can keep the city life give me crawdads.... moonlight
Something bout driving down by the county line ole
prime
Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime
Be smart, fresh start is all you need
First thing first, cause, stop smoking cess weed
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