Lyrics:
to come up with something
Left me in the dark here all by my own
So scared and alone no fear Its the pack jack
Trigger squeeze and fornicate like sour grape
Really fly I stay, I'm getting really fried I'm baked
Diamonds white I'm slate, I keep that BB by my waist
VV's shine all day, we throw the weed
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was amateur night I played
nothin' to ricochet
Ready to aim at the brain, now, what the trigger say
Tempos triflin', felt like a rifle
Massage 'n' melodies, might go right through
Last night I closed my eyes
And watched the tracers fly
Through the jungle trees
Like fireflies on a windy night
Pulled up and onward by
the chessboard I will not fall for the black and white armed with no options we're ghosts in the fight I won't pull the trigger on the world for you underground in
done is done, yes,
Let it lie
It's a revelation,
Celebration,
Graduation,
Times collide,
Watch the world awaken
All the past regrets from days gone by
Day by day every minute, every hour
We gon' come on strong
We gon' prove them wrong
Back with the wood, attackin' your hood
My niggas be
On another world by another star at another place and time
In another state of consciousness in another state of mind
Everything was almost
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights
Rolled down the driver's
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
scream
Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding
I got skill to deal and run game on bitches
You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes
I
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night,
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights.
Rolled down the driver's
If you really down, we can find it
Lost in an alley, make love by a trash can, ayy (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hope there is a mood (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And if you
Strapped with it in his hand, trap just a ceiling fan
Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man
Push him to the limit, watch him snap just like
hopes are severed by the downside
A million waves in the ocean crash at once to make you smile
The whispered words "You'd better hide the bullets"
You
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