Lyrics:
Of Information Blinded By Illusion
Show Down,Take A Good Look Around
Life Is A Game,And You're On The Play Ground
Picture Perfect With Precision Stay On'em
out the door, I swear I didn't see
But if you're really going away, here's some final words from me.
Baby, write this down, take a little note to remind
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
dig and garly g knows it
Ain't here to prove next to nobody
I'm the man with the flute so when I play you better follow
I be low-key working OT
Picture
for this figure, im out
See I don't rap like these niggas these niggas should take notes
I got bars for your soul not no Tik Tok quotes
So if that's
some c-notes
And I'm gettin' more checks than a peephole
I dun' been through hell and back on a steamboat
Met the devil, came back feelin' frio
niggas talking it but they just don't go harder than us
Uh, this one's for the G's, all black chucks on the cuffs of my jeans
King size papes stuffed full
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
and all my fucking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's
I'm the illest, what?
I'm the illest, Warren G, uh yeah
I'm the illest, the illest you've ever seen
Haha check this shit out do'
Peep game, look,
you all
Ain't felt this in a minute
A mind of a menace is ready to take the world for himself, uh
Louie V, double g's on my belt, huh
All this shit I
on a spree seven digits that be my cup of tea
Ah yea said he a g bitch is singing like he doe ray and me
Ah yea take it from me cross me up and you gone face
Took a plane from CMH to LAS
On the road from midnight 'til like 10 AM
They say a picture's worth a thousand words well
I'm still filling up my
the crowd, the tours in the town, send torrents for my sound.
Take some notes and jot it down.
Automatic, I'm with it I'm diplomatic, I'm winning, I'm taking
like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, see-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
to fiend's
At ease, take a look at some black G's
Scopin the president, takin over residents like black kings
Stack G's with phat key's
Rats ease on your
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
Some think that I'm a flake, but I'm no fake nigga
'Cause I take a bitch, make him a witch
And burn his ass at the stake
With the .44 mag, it's
What's up?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This
Back with a new flow
Big business sumo
Your late like I car note
This will turn into sopranos
Ren Dmc and yeah plus me
So you know you got
right
I mean I got it tight (yeah)
My shit blew up like
The motherfucking satellite (Satellite)
I had people trynna' take pictures of me
Bitches wanna'
funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet
funny (uh) shake it honey (Let's get it)
Take it money.. now let's get it (Let's get it)
[G-Dep]
Creep with your people
Though my shit is Sweet
Penny blues
I've been wanting on my feet since high school
Now I buy them like they're cheap cause I'm bout to
Take my girlie out to eat cause I want
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