Lyrics:
don't gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone deal wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em
the mix
Still trying to chase the crown like a young K Rool
But really doe, the bars got a little bit better
Not by much, but the lines got a little bit
by and lose in tone, keen, unquantized, j dilla'd
as valvedrum, screw'd, dj'd, trade blue mud in whorl
gone blue, all gone off in all this infinite
My pen hit the floor again
I was making less when my p's was coming in from Oregon
You love that word hate
Like what's the fucking origin
I think it's
health
I've been going through all these changes but I won't ask for no help
All these people, they gone judge you, I suggest you love yourself
R.I.P
Wake up and I see crime
All of us we on it's eat time
My homies love me yelling "Peace N9ne"
At the same time, throwing B signs
Throwing 'em back
Zio P
Shoutout Em shoutout Z shoutout Gogo my G
Dre showin love and my nigga Mikey
Tried to shoot vids wit that nigga Ike
But that nigga ignored me
Feeling on your titties when I'm riding on vogues, its jut the way the game goes
P-I-M to the motherfucking P, pop my collar roll on up a sweet
M
gang ion play by rules
762 knocked him out his shoe now he can’t even chew
Big B’s but my pockets blue Put that all on you
That’s on ru we was right
a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody could touch that b****
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock s***
can't bring my shooters 'round me, yeah, they be tryna shoot somebody
Yeah, I see your, "R.I.P." on the 'Gram, but, what you do about it?
Let them
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
You got the gall to call em out but one phone call
Everything you love is gone by tomorrow
All your money's borrowed, wallet instantly hollowed
call
Everything you love is gone by tomorrow
All your money's borrowed, wallet instantly hollowed
And you'll see, when you're d-, you'll be B-I-G
Now
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
You know
I never did understand why they always told me to smile
Shit
It ain't too much shit I gave a smile for
Real talk
Yo still a asshole by
yea
I got to work on being, way closer to the Lord
Can't pour into somebody until your cup is poured
If I get close to God, then I can love her more
hopped in the booth and I made fucking history
But I ain't gone' drop it, so y'all better pray it leaks
Love don't mean shit to me, I just want loyalty
He
me how to make my girl go down
I've been around hip hop since '85
She had her ups and downs but she stayed alive
I used to think LL stood for Love
to spread love and not evil
But we've been acting more like heathens than people
Treating our fellow-man far worse than illegal
'Cause they keep at each
Y'all know what up, papa
This that slime shit
R.I.P. Sean Price
R.I.P. Phife Dawg
Love, peace, and fight for '93
Let 'em know Pazzy
Removed
the oldy tune
Sippin on a cold bottle of brewsky
Gave O? a swig he passed it back to me
Right about then up came some of the homies
Mike, Elia P, J Smooth,
Somebody gimme JES (gbah gbah gbah)
On God (on God)
Tararirirarara rarara
......
J.E.S.U.S He's the reason why we love by much
I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas
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