Lyrics:
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
Two-Face
By death's door I had a taste
Almost erased without a trace
Two sides, two lives
Cut ties, cut time
Two sides, two lives
Cut ties, cut time
I count
work ,them old heads was getting spent. My first car , crownvick dollys wit the tent. Now I’m just trying to live threw the day. I don’t pray on weak
pimpin on a pimp ass stall
We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall
She wanna live boy betta get up on ya guard
Get down on ya knees
him, ain't sparin' (bah)
Bitch you ain't never been in a McLaren (hey)
I got two bitches like Bluetooth I pair 'em (two bitches)
We on a boat
We in
nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes
Crime, life, bitches, money, time
For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's
Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?
One time, two times
From 'Breaking Atoms'
Feel like I start swingin'
Soon as my two feet hit the floor
Hands of time keep spinnin'
Everybody knockin' down my door
You know I get
Bust it down
I been at the door for a minute right here and I ain't turning round
Bust it down
Brought my whole squad right here, let us in or we
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
Yeah, I know you down for some ignorance, down
Sosa Baby
Coolin' on the block and we down for some ignorance
No love to the opps cause we down
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
Wilson and he quickly became intrigued by the Lizards way of life. He asked if he could stay on and live in the forest; and the Lizards, who had never seen
to talk
They all creak when you walk
And that kitchen table's still tough and able
Two feet is all
In this house, we live by country music
We might
GRABS HER STUFF AND LEAVES.
SCENE TWO — MAIN HALLWAY
SCENE OPENS WITH SAM HOLDING A KID BY HIS COLLAR AND
PUSHING HIM AGAINST A LOCKER.
KID: LET ME GO!
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
right back
That's proper etiquette
My nigga don't make the cycle wack
That's why I'm usually on my dolly shit
Miracles for dreamers
And prayers show
man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair
By the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here
As she goes under again
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
will comply
It's now
2025, my legacy survived
People live and they thrive on what I provide
Took me from a mortal and made me immortal
Two takes it
Rich and Poor
Door to door
I sell the lord
While I am at war
Verse 2:
Jam up to my game
TraVisT is the name
Reign up the shame
For I'm owned the blame
(two-tone)
If I was lame like you is, I'd hate me too (hate me too)
Plug sent a bale, then I broke that shit down (hey)
Live by the code, never wrote that
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