Lyrics:
Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tick
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
The night
Mr. Shrink, I'm sick, a lunaticky-tic
The doctor told me I'm a psycho
So I ate his face like I don't know
Knife to the neck and got some more
What's up y'all, it's Trip C
You already know, this that Murder joint
We got Shanga on this bitch
We got Wesley on this bitch
We got Kenny
the baby"
"Don't kick the baby"
"Kick the baby"
"Ike! You broke another window! That's a bad baby! Baaad baby"
"Kyle! We're going to the Terrance and Phillip
everyday
No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender
Just like Mohammad blowin' up the World Trade Center
The hell raiser burner blazer
'cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow
But don't get mad 'cause I got's to go
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no
Pasta (Pasta, Pasta)
Came up in the space and
I'm surrounded by invaders
I let the metal talk
It don't need a translator
Heard a traitor in
to face it
I don't fuck with you no more
So all that time
You spent with me was wasted God damn
This one here is strictly for the
Entertainment
Cut you off
be forgotton 1 day
Ima do whatever gotta do in 1 take
See i don't want the beef
Unless u coming wit the plate
Ima bring a knife
And you gone get a cut
go
Maybe 'cause we spent so much time
And I know that it's no more
I should've never let you hold me baby
Maybe why I'm sad to see us apart
I
me to let it go
Maybe 'cause we spent so much time
And I know that it's no more
I should've never let you hold me, baby
Maybe why I'm sad to see us
name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck with that (no doubt, uh)
You know the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
From the coke game to the dope game
More money
No problems
And my nigga not a hoe
I do not want
And I do not need a thing from you
But when I succeed
You will soon see
That I been running
rhymes I through up
They chase approval and wonder why they get no love
It ain't that deep
Real players don't scared of tradin' places, it's part
raise no dummies, I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass
Bluffin we gone crush em like a lays chip
I dont do no relationships
Hoes know that I hate that shit
Yu know your shit was only soundin better when your
And goin' up vertical
I came from the dust, I learnt who to trust
I'm cut from the surgical
Now it's comin' full circle
'Cause I said that it's personal wit'
you heard I ain't the guy
That's a lie
Not ain't rich yet, but I still get by
And I won't get spun 'cause no one will try
complacent but posture plays in the basics
I knew that yall were good but that posturing is amazing
No roles played, so why shade and preach the opposite?
took a risk now
I’m blinded by the faults, yeah
Try unlock the vaults, yeah
Don’t know whats the cost
But i know that we’ve been lost, yeah
We tried this
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
their hand in my hand,
Man I need antiseptic for the wound cause it's fresh and a plaster is damned,
I swear everyday I still feel the blade that cut me
Your words will cut me like a knife
You promised me your life
But instead, you've taken mine
They said that love is evil
Well evil dies tonight
I hope
More need I say no more
Life is just a chore
Bored
Out my mind blood leaking from my thighs
Signs of future actions ignored by the like
Eighty percent I
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