Lyrics:
and make a selection
Cause nigga we runnin' you outta your section
Ain't no question who it be, little Layzie Bone and Dub-see
Nigga, we ride with
See through cling film wraps her up tigth
Motionless sections no longer able to fight
My doting wife I tried to please her
So I hacked her up and her
the time
I just wanna know if you will be mine
Call me back when you?re alone
I?m waiting by the phone
I wanna know if you?re alright
Call me back when you
Manipulate and overcome,
Await no longer
Status down, section 13
Commanding sacrifice
Frreak parade, well past insanity
Life of the old machine
Bury pain,
and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man's Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man'll get everyting locked
Everyting
the ways the killers and cons move
You can't simulate the days when they played by the rules
And if you wasn't in the maze you really can't drop jewels
Verse:
Darling you found new friends
You forgot that I exist
You cast me by the wayside
Now our love have a new twist
You said I would
across the equator with something major
Universal rhyme tones, tamper with ya time zone
Minds blown by the millions jus' for the feeling
Hip-hop, it just
sponsered by Nike
All this hype be surroundin me
And I heard that on the block that you was clowin me, sayin
You ain't my homie to be a cold day in hell
even our toothpaste.
We got to know each other by caressing each other's scars
Avoiding getting too close to know too much
We wanted happiness to be
section, you come
Through with all that flexin'
Get your brain split
That gun ain't seen no action
On the block thuggin' in my Reebok Classics
Thug and Lil
the coupe riding solo
By myself I don't need nobody
The shirt is polo
The belt is Fendi
The shoes Givenchy
You see I told you girl I'm stuntin on another
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
And close the door behind you
Blow out your birthday candles
Put on your finest dance with me forever
We'll paint the town by numbers
I'm in no hurry I'll
Yeah, if these walls could spit bars
I talk about my life
And that shit made me a star
Number one in the section that
I'm from by far
I thought niggas
So only way to get him is a pack (Cali')
Wokе up to the Section 60
Who done what? It's a mystery
Ever had to get there quickly
And can't get food
Know some other niggas, if they live by the code
They can tell you 'bout gold, can't tell you 'bout goals
Know myself way too much to be committed
nice gan
But shit ain't nice where I come from
She thought I was 9ice gan gan aso
Do me I do your turn by turn
Ride for my bros walia talia
Do it
the art of the MPC
Not Primo's drums, due to knowledge, due to change
I go by Dwight Farrell as well as other names
The creator has a master plan, I'm
I guess this one for the 9's
909-951
Every section, every hood, my nigga Spank Nitti
Straight outta Hemet, let's get it
My fans wonderin', why
teraz žijem sci-fi
Pálim weed, potom žeriem pills
Žijem život, ne cez livestream
Moji Gs nebudú musieť robiť
Naživo celý tím
Oh my god, všetci by chceli
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