Lyrics:
with thirty three years
Of experience to wipe away all of my tears
With twenty twenty vision I can see all of my fears
When you left I was so fucking mad
with hash
Here on my ones bags filled with stacks
I don't keep waps where i keep my stash
Twenty bag deals in O twenty-three
Wait O thirty im doubling
through the D
All this drank, got my kidney rotting, I'ma need a transplant by thirty-three
I love the scams out here getting jacks like a flat tire
Touched
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
he did for me
Is I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be
I met the girl that's now my wife 'bout three years ago
We had
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
thirty nigga
Pop pop that chop chop too hot bitch I’m burning niggas
Where they at on the block I’ll go swerve on niggas
Load this bitch up right now let's
be steppin ya see got the thirty on me but ill shoot thirty-three
Free the guys long live the guys man
Y'all know how we rocking man slimeyououtshots
came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me
that? Do what?
99% of crimes committed between
1981 and current year?
A house with three dudes but not gay
FBI probably got a pedo file on me
Wake up, San
Curse these metal hands
Sure don’t make me Superman
There he waits upon the factory floor
No restore to clear the drear of thirty-thousand years
They took me to a two room brick just on the edge of town
With thirty thousand other little houses falling down
A million years to pay it off with
then she gets plenty more, uhh
repeat Chorus One
(Guru)
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby,
turned the heat on, put thirty-three in, it was Alonzo Mourning (woo)
You gotta be born in, we drove the foreign in (we drove the, uh)
Joey come when
It's gonna be a good night
I'm anticipating
It's been four years, three months, and five days
Since we decided to part ways
Said you're in town
your house THIS YEAR while
Trying to pick up our son while
He watched from the window
It was my weekend and you
Denied me that because your
Parents were
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
around in his ju'causezi"
[all agree]
M3: "it also reminds me of the time I saw a 60 year old guy slide down one of those things and he was going so fast
life
Trynna flip a pill nigga
Six years in prison
Got a visit from Devin
Used to chillin in the house
By the 7-11
Do you really wanna know about a nigga
see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know
can't even pay the rent
No hot water, I reminisce tears running down my face as I hold my daughter
You spent years by the fire place, I was in
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