Lyrics:
like a hurricane
Choo-choo, shootin brains, killin Mr. Murder, mad
Hustla, balla, Mr. fuckin Do-a-reporter
Don't give a fuck about a bitch or a balla
listening bro
Yeah yeah goddamm I’m listening bro
Can’t believe that these hoes just took us for a joke
I don’t really understand why they doing it bro
Just
make shit freeze on em
I don't talk about shit I put fees on em
They'll get and put another
Couple G's on em
Make em put them in the dirt grow trees
health, before all of my peers
And sometimes this music has got me wallowed up in tears
Coz they tell me that they feel me, but they don't really hear
Na
we finish
Cause only thing up on mind is handling this business
You sexy when you are mad please don't get offended
Distracted by what Im seeing make
don’t know about this
We built this brick by brick
These last 6 months it’s been crazy
A new test come on the daily
Oh god please keep the wolves
Away
the news out
They keep us high, keep us sick, keep us misinformed
But the climate's changin
They can't weather all the comin storms
We don't give a shit
in my prime so this my greatest hits.
F* her off that 42 we about to make a flick.
Protected by blessings and weapons of course.
How he say he in my
money off us
Fast food, cola sodas, skull and bone crosses
It's all poison, ecstasy, coke
You say it's love, it is poison
Schools where I learned they
had to give it to if they at it Got'em Saying Manny
I'm that nigga they love to talk about
(That Nigga)
She fuck me good cause I don't fuck around
(Too
year
Honest to God
And by the way
We know you don't know he is
Who gasses peaceful protesters
For photo ops kids
He's not your lord and savior
Don is
Frank: Don't they pay you good
For the stuff that you do?
Bozzio: Well, you know
I can't complain when the checks come through . . .
Frank: Well I
all they asses clap, clap, clap, bravo
I want that lottery money
That "please don't say hi to me" money
That 'I could go back to my hometown
And get
followed their truth
Fluoride is poison for the tooth
Don’t you realized that they treated us like labs full of mice
Ima buy it, who cares about the price
We
stay on, they don't fade
Take my last call, don't hold your breath
Everyday make something outta nothing
Move a mountain and still keep running
Never
We gon pull up, nigga, you don’t have a choice
And we really give no fuck about the boys
You gon’ really hear us when we use our voice
Ain’t no
Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got
my stance
Remember it was just me and my mans
They ain't never give us no chance
You niggas aint got no chance
You niggas aint got no chance
Told
air
Right here, don't fight fair, what I write, yeah
Might there, throw 'em off like they Bobby Knight's chair
I been where you tryna be, I'm already
talk all the fucking shit about me
Cuz I could give a fuck, you know what I mean
This proves I'm above their level, you know
Look at all these rumors,
where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me
ass
I rather do my dirt by my lonely
Don't worry bout nobody tellin on me
I never seen a bitch turn a dolla down
Give us free, give us free
Ahmistod
In
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
eyes popping out like a cartoon
Cat with a death wish, trapped in a head trip
And they don't give a damn about the friendship
Years don't mean
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