Lyrics:
struck down in action
Like Lee and Lisa who were hi-tech geniuses
They robbed banks to fund the rallies for air rights
Sabotaged the building of the London
birthed me
I came out
Put her through hell but still in all she couldn't help but smile
I resemble my mama to be truthful
And I ain't got to describe
a creature
Who spit as ridiculous shit as Wayne and Kendrick on Mona Lisa
Prophetic influenced by god my words alone they can mold the preacher
Some never
where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine
you must wanna die
So high so high so high
Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
We are the Hill we came to get you high
They
up? What's up?
What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy),
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
I got a condo up in the sky
'Fore I fake it, I'd die
Foreign bitch, no lie
Man, that bitch beautiful
Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout
o'clock (ding dong) and she right there
And she know why she came here
And she know where clothes suppose to be (off and over there)
Sniff a lil coke,
to keep
I let you slip away somehow
If I should die before I wake
If I should die my pain shall stay
I pray the lord my soul to take
I made you what you are
wanting me to fall well I ain't knowing that time/I'm in a lane by myself and they ain't matching the shine/ They telling me to simmer down cuz I'm way off
the home of Biggie and Junior's cheesecakes
She's from the city where they make the illest cheesesteaks
The way we met by some friends through the telephone
she love me
I don't think that none of it matter
By the end of the day
That still be my lil baby
I don't think that nobody badder
Pop out she'd die for
of him
Bullets too fast can’t dodge, they hitting em
I don’t got time for these h**s
They be acting like babies, I ain’t babysitting em
I told Lisa to pass
1 o'clock, 2 o'clock (ding dong) and she right there
And she know why she came here
And she know where clothes suppose to be (off and over there)
you must wanna die
So high so high so high
Shitting on you bitches like a bird when he's flying by
We are the Hill we came to get you high
They
As I lay blood soaked on this bed
I recite these prayers that have helped me out
Through many hard nights
Will I die by knife or will I be
Drop it drop it drop it
You know how I rock it
They done came in by the pair
With they hands in the air
cnd they ready to pop it
Then I tell em get
to the beat by Kenny, die untimely (Hahaha, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Baby bitch, come find me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Baby bitch, I'm out in the Lamb' with the Gs (Ayy, ayy,
around, die for the same stunt, yeah, nigga
Bitch wanna knock the boots, turn the phone off
Hoes that you came with hatin', call the dogs off
Hoes
know that someone's gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die-ei-ei-ei die
Tonight
They shot my nigga three times, as his abdominal bled
They
where the weed at
Hopped up in the Delta, saw Tracy and Lisa
Popped they ass one by one while I was puffin Reefa
Now I'm lookin for that bitch Yvonne
and um
And they, and they, and they had a family member that was a Deputy sheriff, and um
My mom came outside to goddamn stop the fighting
And the lady
ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die
We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else
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