Lyrics:
around
Til' it's time to beat it down
3 for 3 wet now I gotta smoke a fuckin' pound
Ay this a joint yeah mix it with the rosin
Seem I missed ya point like
catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get
moves by myself
With a strap in my belt
I got 50 rounds left, so you better Watch your step
If I let this bitch go, ain't no Calling for help
9 1 1 what's
Got a daughter on the way I got to lock in
mhm mhm
Think about the past I fucked up
Think about the past I fucked up
Want to go back in time but I
take, time to wake up
I'm swimming in the dream thinking what's this
I'm seeing different things baby watch this
I met you in the dream you were
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
flavs, god.
Known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard.
I pack a gat, not a slingshot;
Step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like rodney king got.
I'm scarred by your love
You left my heart bleeding
Seeing demons
Ion even get the meaning
Feel like i'm dreaming
Laid back off the drugs
But ian
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
to myself cuz they be full of envy
Depression on my mind suicidal thoughts
I really wanted to die but I really fought
I took it day by day and I was so
heard a nigga rap quiet like this before,
I got an addictive flow that'll give you satisfaction.
I'm a make you satisfied, even if it kills me,
Kamehameha times a billy, I'ma force it
Victory is ours, this shit is par for the course bitch
Me, De-Bo, and Muna - Earth's special forces
Caliber (Super
ho
Drop it for a legend or this DTP logo
Drop it for a little free marketing and promo
And let me Instagram this photo
9 time out of 10 I'm
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
this lunch special serving daily
Who want it, you can get it without even asking twice
No cutting up the front, you gon' have to wait it back in line
(Wynn Varble/Shawn Camp/Randy Hardison)
Girl I swear you dang near took my breath
The way you sashayed in this bar all by yourself
You say
they eyes
I walk in the mall and they know I'm that guy
Cuban chain choker caught her by surprise
Icebox on my left and Van Cleef on my right
Who that
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
Fine like wine yes a dime
Used to see her in the club all the time
Light blue jeans rocking to the beat
Walking pass by want you take a seat
Pass her
comprehending
Too much pain in my body I don’t know how to end it
Life is a struggle but I find a way to live it
All this steep shit got a nigga acting vicious
at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck
It's all said and done and my cock's been
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
My mouse club projections never saw me trapped in this rat race
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
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