Lyrics:
slippers
Actually made by adidas so don’t trip
Trying to stay cozy in this work full of cold shit
Doing me not what they do and staying focused
In the end
It was a wet and slishy-slushy winter day
When the strangers came to stay
A man in black from head to toe with a lady by his side
I knew she was
cal with a hollow point cartridge
Wish a muthafucka would try to try me
Imperial and century is where you might find me
Headed to my momma house
Rolled
Just to keep a stranger in his house and fancy car
I don't want to work for a living
Where does that get me, nowhere
I want to sit in the park in
Someone to chill with, Keep it real with
Tell me when I'm not fresh and on my nephew of Uncle Phil shit
Steel pride, like I was forged by a will smith
Did
the fifty cal mag its a hand-held.
I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas,
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas.
I got whores in
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
(alright, alright)
So everybody in the house, give a warm (uh), round of applause for
The Notorious B.I.G. (ha)
The Notorious B.I.G. ladies and gentlemen,
leave the first light of day
This one goes out
To my beautiful stranger
I slipped so quietly away
By the window where she stands
She counts the beads in
on a nigga
Let's get to work
Now I'm back in the crack house
Pyrax and the mac out
Like, this a pack house
This Atlanta coming up the road, got a call
My nigga
You're like a stranger to me but you're not
I know everything about you, at the same I feel lost
I don't get it, it feels like knowing you comes with
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
an extension
Don’t ever mess wit me or I’ll put your tail in detention
Had to move by myself, on my own y’all don’t listen
Run up on me wrong then imma use Smith
an extension
Don’t ever mess wit me or I’ll put your tail in detention
Had to move by myself, on my own y’all don’t listen
Run up on me wrong then imma use Smith
in my head
If I was out, you was in, and you got booked away by the feds
Would've wrote you right away
That's why I feel some type of way Staring
if niggas don’t fuck with me
I’m buck 50 needed some bars then come get me
With me sneaking bitches to the house smoking weed in the house
Nigga
thinking you don't want the sight of me
But by the end of the day you're in my phone trying to say sorry
I'm confused and I don't know what you want me
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
These houses have so many rooms
I've seen a lot of strangers too
But I couldn't find you
Just you
But you're no ghost in my mind
And my eyes can find
that trunk
Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last
Strangers pass by, the flowers keep dying
Houses burn down, my tears keep crying out my burning heart's pain.
Fear won the war, my mind went insane,
David Blaine
On my Billy Mays when I'm hitting a stain
Keep my life by keeping one in the brain
I'ma menace mane, got me feeling like Caine
Left hand
David Blaine
On my Billy Mays when I'm hitting a stain
Keep my life by keeping one in the brain
I'ma menace mane, got me feeling like Caine
Left hand
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