Lyrics:
and bank them all
Nigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker that's all
Can't none of why'all hang with me putin' in work
Turn this motherfucker up unless you
without her permission
Had to match the hats with their uniforms by definition
I put the baseball cap wtih the police uniform thats my edition (Fuck ms
You know I work in the Bronx
Don't always get what you want
Feeling like it's time to leave
Start my own business by March
Hour commute is too much
of carnivals
I kill 'em with kindness
Or I kill 'em with diamonds
Or I put up like fifteen hundred
Get your ass killed by the finest
Everything life is
compleset and he told me
You know I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I wouldn't damn sure waste my time telling something that would hurt you
I wouldn't say something that wouldn't work and I wouldn't damn sure waste my time telling something that would hurt you
But you would fall for
Another day that went on by coming back alone to this empty room
The time that we had was like alchemy I'm on a balcony but no view
Look
Another day
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Tonight I'm gonna do something special for you
You said your boss is a jerk and at work he be stressing you
Well tonight that stress is gonna be alleviated
to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coolio]
and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
Stable and able but I'm not ready and willing
'Cause I'm
my shit and they step in it
I don't gotta walk in Giuseppe
Complimented by the extras
I'm taking a trip out to Texas
When that work come in and we flip
plastic
God damn, life is so outlandish
Flick ash, When I smoke that acid
Heard that this life goes by fast
So I'ma dead my regrets
Time to close that
Step up in this bitch with like 2 fist fulla ones
Ready to blow it on a bitch that clean me up with her tongue
Got this dick up by her ribs she think
known by the roads check my cv I put my work in blud check the code
I don't speak doe that's how it goes coz I almost rid dat
Hid dat
that's why they was
Over all the works I've read anew
And I'd trace the lettering on your spine
A work literarily sublime
Well by now I'd hoped you knew
All I want is you is
memories that of an elephant
Put the clothes ina Lizzy bag
They cannot find them the evidence
Going fast is a risky path
Dead or in jail it’s evident
Tell me
put you on a dead mission
They gon' point the fingers at the opps
Niggas ready for my shit to drop
Niggas ready for that FamGoon shit
They know I be
Sheesh!
One time for the West Coast
LA, the Bay, from Sacramento out to San Diego, California
Stay getting that work in California
And all the killers
and weather)
(For the women, weed and weather)
From all around the world for the (Women, weed and weather)
These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill
all around the world for the (women, weed and weather)
These niggas'll kill for that, put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for
the Pope is callin' a crusade
Then I'm leavin' my work station and hoppin' the next plane
I'm really not impressed by all these songs when I hear them
There
a moment I might toast it up to this
Ice all on my body vvs to the wrist
Oh I put the work in sometimes seen a triple shift
No one ever told me that my life
as im here man I know that I got me
Put on the medal, im going top speed
Bought her a bag now that bitch wanna top me
You needa work why your aim is so
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