Lyrics:
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[method] shine like heaven
Seven [red] six [meth] five [red] four
[meth] three [red] two [meth] one
[redman] come on mr. smith, come get some!
[ll
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
of smith an wessuns
Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons,
Figure 5 percent got the 10 counting blessings
Programmed by programs got you bowing
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
There's nothing that you can do for me
Its time to get my point across like it's 2:40
Hit with each lyric like you got blasted from 2 40s
Want bread
they're not a threat
I said what I said, production by Ced
Im finally back at it, yeah I caught my breath
1
1 and then the 2
2 and then the 3
3 and then
Yea
Top flight nigga
Aye
Two blunts and some Hydros
Not sleep but my eyes closed
Looking like a zombie slumped over like a wine-o
Im still alright
Surrounded by the world's negatives
Use my message as a weapon
To reflect what method gives
Any place can feel like Heaven based on where the Devil is
Yea
You know what I'm saying man it's Planet Boot 2 bra
If you not high right now, if you not fried and you sober?
Don't listen to this joint bra
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Thank you very much
One of a kind truly special I'm a different guy
Like you just hit the K2 I'm on a different high
I ain't playin' wit these dudes man
chances
Get the dick go away
Steady stacking cash off of grams
Round of applause to the plays
Smith and Wesson come with fourteen of em
I got two clips so
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, believe the ghetto knows)
[Kool G. Rap]
New
[2Pac]
Live back at 'cha Westside baaaaby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggaz know what time it is
this shit the way I been runnin' this shit
Who more slept on than me
Who deserve it more than me
Come on, uh
Ran that shit up off of two lines, I
for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
(Bongo by the way)
Pray for my enemies
Lord, I need clarity (uh)
They ain't got empathy for me
They stare at me (what?)
They use my couch when
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