Lyrics:
sense to cry and complain, just go head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start
So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I
what it's like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and games (ya heard?)
Yo yo
I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a different lesson
I'm
up in these streets, tryin to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so
necklace
And that car you travel in you only get one of
So make sure you don't wreck it
'Cause every tick tock could be yo' last second
So sync yo
Compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some yo
It's quiker said than dunn
Woo, woo
They made it easy for me to get my point across
So
witchu
You can't hit me up
You did me sick
So bitch I'm done wit you
Please don't hit my phone
On my life I'm really dubbin you
Erasin all these
Had a taste once and I can't get enough
Mesmerized by the green in yo eyes
Takin it back by the swag in yo stry
I done got picked up by the love boat
So it's fuck you
So keep my name out yo mentions
I know I'm 2trill so you don't have to mention
Principal reaper your life get suspended
They don't
at the roundtable, and discuss
Trish ish batteries and territory issues.
By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots.
So who got six niggas
I made it
I told you so
Mocha Latte, kid
We no play
Stress-free, sexy in Montego Bay
It's a pity that y'all look like idiots
Yo boo, let me know
(I remember that)
Had to think like these battles still gon' have me on the stoop
So I said while you battle I'll be passin' by in coupes (eert)
Now
[Verse 1:]
Hello (hello) can I speak to rochelle
(who dis) I'm the bitch that's been all over yo voicemail
(what) driving by yo house,
taking you
as possible
so leave ya message after the buzza
(CHORUS)ALL:
yo pick up ya mobile its the blackout crew who you
dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial dial
ain't what you 'bout
Got a mean squad so you better choose a new route
Feel it in ya stomach 'til you sick and it ain't stout
I ain't sayin' that I'm
on me Cause
I'm afraid to walk away from the man
I used to be so break away
All these chains so I can finally be free
I'm finally free
Hey yo this verse
patna turn on ya, man that shit is so flaw
I done been back stabbed so many times by some of the people I trusted the most
Know I was calling a fuck nigga
the same since '99
The sucky part man knowing you're sick
When the haters hoping you quit
I was so hot since Eminem was on stage on drugs holding his dick
They say the underground is peaceful
I'm hearin' Tales From The Crypt, got me thinkin' sick and so evil
My pretzel twisted cerebral is sumtin that's
"This is my country and I belong here!
It's my dirt. It's no good... but it's mine. It's mine"
Yo, model '76 skin's been sick since
My oooh so
considered
That you are a bitch
And I am a dick
Who's sick of this shit
So tell me real quick
You moving that ass or am I doing this?
I gave you a chance
You
from your girl
You call that lady yo baby but just she rocked my world
You switched up on the team so now she love to suck and swirl
I Got her toes
it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
was a, newcomer, turned out by Vera Wang
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never
gone
You know what we on
Yo Bailey we gone
Picking up the Benz in the port
Everything I want I sort
Everything I had I fought
Man real and we so hard
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