Lyrics:
you to wonder or to doubt or guess
So let me tell you clearly what I'm tryna express
It's just three little words, yeah, it's not a big deal
It's not
Charity basketball game, me and Cook
I was still street smart, but played by the book
Gave away five verses free for Thanksgiving
Had a healthy litter
We've been together hand-in-hand through it all
It's just three little words, yeah, it's not a big deal
It's not like I can help feelin' all that I feel
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
much, I don't think I can cry
Get to the top, well of course I'ma try
But for now, it's just blessings that I'm carrying by
Fuck the Henny I'm
Smoke the hash, take it, form like a puddy, holmes
Hop in the Caddy, leave your body by a muddy road
A dirty rotten scoundrel like Steve Martin
Drugs
Our lungs are filled with the purple from the jungle
Never fumble, got the work right by the grundel
Twin dick-sucks for me and my son
That's
you see me
I'm burnin' bitches from the TV like a CD
I'm trynna live the life in 3D
So you could nibble on my pee-pee
We out in Fiji
From having
Now the night before Christmas, I was sitting in my house
And there wasn't nothing moving around, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by
the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got
bring the rope
'cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet,
a shit, I take a trip
I roll by myself, I don't need a lot of people
But doing what I do, I still feed a lot of people
Z-Ro one deep, but he a lot
cause oh
Everytime I call you be there for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon'
Yeah, damn, yo, fuck
Yo, three verses ain't enough anymore these days, man? Fuck
This shit is rawer than a tuna on a plate for eighty dollars
Said that I'd meet you
At the Oakfield Marina
Three a.m. when no one will be found
All I got in mind
Is a Boone's Farm jug of wine
Smash
the flu
1 2 maybe 3 with the .45'll do
Clean it up, wrap the boy in a sheet
Cuz you can't just leave him all twisted on the street
Some sad some happy,
a game in my vein
[Verse 1: Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
here working and I gotta pay up
Cindy, she not herself unless she smoking crack
7 times she got stabbed in the back
By a regular john she dealt with
on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
Sippin on bacardi
[verse 3]
Standin in the yard bumpin sounds
See my homeboy in black and shout you blocking
[Repeat x3]
We will not
We will not
We will not
Be afraid
We will not
We will not
We will not
We are fearless
Fearless
We bear
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key,
low
It's like one, two, three, fuck it
I'm bout to take this drink and just stuff it
Fish tank this thing along with four more shots
Of patron I give
cause oh
Everytime I call you be there for me
Baby girl I love you by my side
So anything you need, that means you got me
So just my ghetto queen gon'
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