Lyrics:
the way I
This is just the way I feel
It's just the way I, the way I
I ain't really here to be clear
Watching flicks, doing one-handed flips
It's only 6:06
(Aye, Lil Ace)
I hope all this pain disappear like it’s in layaway
Niggas mad cause I got all the money, and that I paved a way
When you get
on this hood shit
y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
Gimme
where I come from
Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue
Now everything was gravy 'til your bitch came in
Bout the same time that that
Ain't a motherfucker I gotta change fo' (Right)
Therefore I'm a be this way until I go
You now lookin at the hood meal ticket seven thou on my wrist
It's
I wish they leave me alone yo
This was predicted not self-inflicted
By the rapp outta the 'hood
They picked it good
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
...
Couldn't take a easy path
I Took the dark road
Got lost on the way
Feel like lost soul
Put my heart in this shit
Now my heart gone
(Now my heart
a wolf on the loose
Should've been a B-Dog
Should've been a B-Dog, punk this is Piru
Fucks Smelly Marks, Nappy Heads, Long Bitch and Tragniew
Here I
below your waist
You this nasty and naughty girl
Bounce ass before your king
Without no feeling Pull up that ass and come back here n ride the D
Pop
I let a lot of homies slide
Only got a few left by my side
Never liked feuding with my guys
But I know that we gon be alright (Yeah, yeah)
A few
All right
I like this one
This is the Legion
Coming through the hood with a couple on
A NIGGA tryna see what's up or sum
Bust down Rollie no
the best of me born with a gift
Spread hustle get paper do it major
Though i's hard out here for a player in this game of life
Try your luck like the dice
of Wiz, little bit
Of that, little bit of this, get off my dick
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take
a pen, I didn't plan this shit
My plan legit, I manuscript it
It was living by the candle stick
But for the plaques I had to mantle it
All my friends
more good than Cuba
They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
Hood Pope up in this
Riding, riding through the hood, jamming all my shit
Since tomorrow ain't promised, don't you ever forget
Real hard to come by, we almost extinct I'm
I Cannot Handle It
C'mon Look It Here Baby I Got A Comment
Dont Act Like You Dont See This Bmw That Im In
I Got Pics Of This Whip Thats Online
And Im
you more of a high tide
You're here today gone tomorrow, new meaning of time flies
Drive by's how I shoot to the top spot, n' I make it look easy
Been
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
"Machine Gun Funk", from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
sickest
For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
_Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
You came to my hood, we
a (masquerade!)
Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I
All Indians are ma brothers and sisters
Do we really mean it?! I ask it myself
I see them struggling ! I see them bleed!
This is not their fate...
Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
I'm gonna expose yo ass, you bitch
See me in these motherfuckin' streets
(Don't stop)
With ya fag ass,
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