Lyrics:
yo DJ loop the beat I'm slidin' on this
Like Radiohead I creep
XXX said it best the whole point is evolution
Open your mind to find out what the truth
time
When you was out here gettin' money from it, e'rything was fine
Now you cryin' in your jail cell, stressin' on the case
And the D.A. is
do is türelem
I'ma take my time, I'ma master it
You should be mindful of a mastermind
Put a landmine right where your momma live
Now blow up, blow
tripping, then I gotta send shots, get your whole set shot
Quiet on the set bitch, shoot at a nigga, no bank shot
Check the game clock, nigga time is too
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the streets by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't
the 17th and
Couldn't even find ya come to find out
That you were fat mouthin' and you's a ho
The only time you seen the 17th is at a show
Jealous
We ridin' motherfuckin' Range Rove'
Hold up, wait a minute, like yeah
Storin', huh
Fuck on your bitch in a foreign, huh
Water my diamonds like
Fuckin' with red hoes and they suckin' me up (Suck, suck, suck)
Why there nut all on your face, shit (Damn)
Is it cause you're too complacent (For them)
Oww!! Ha ha!!
Click clack and it's over you dead (This is it)
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head (Santana)
It's in my blood I love killin
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
on the baby bib
Put your brains in your lap
You lost your mind well there it is
(Ha ha ha, fuck ass nigga)
Maxo 187 nigga
Bangers out, bitch we shooting guns
B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines.
Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuuu loooove.
song, life sucks
Stomping on someone, with my bloods
And I'll put it off, if we modest
And every other god need a goddess
And every other star, couldn't
don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit
don't give a fizzuck, my nigga, we young and bizzuck
We'll fuck a nigga's shit up if nigga is fuckin' with us
And then pump 'em make 'em lift up, hit
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
race against time
I don't wanna die young but she flirting on my line
And if I pick up it's suicide by overdose
Though it might be hard to tell the truth
them in by the caseload
I'm a boss like Rozay
Young Guapo got niggas on the payroll
We used to it, not new to it
Just stacking up the paper
Went from
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
You never did anything exciting
I sit at the table and hear your story
I'm sorry to say, but it is boring
Half of the time you're making it up
Just
collision
which is a war conviction, militant chamber that's headin'
Chorus: my true love sign
in life's young dreams to all
blood for
it
This is portable, something to fuck with your ear
Ren and Dre will appear when the sound is clear
To fuck it up like we always do, and that's
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