Lyrics:
You'll couldn't pass go
I pop pill and sip lean
I don't smoke but my eyes low
A nigga better check the score
Like we don't 21 niggas
I got guns I can't
KP BEATZ
I was in the east trynna see man, meanwhile you was in the west trynna be man
Going in style more guns like freeman,
Had two men up top now
to the walls like thumb tacks
Cook it up real slow watch it jump back
And if they run up in this bitch that's a five flat
Everybody on they own two fuck a horse
I broke down a few more barricades
Got me a few more accolades
Used to look forward to the weekend
Now every day's like Saturday
Surrounded by
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry
One nigga you can't fuck
a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jump
So die motherfuckers die motherfuckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry
One nigga you can't fuck
Thugs push off their last minute drugs
Marines jump in their submarines and get their machine guns
No more sunlight, the final fight
Bring forth your
a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends
Yellow birdie in the logo
We on two plus the ocho
High stakes and my funds low
Honeymoon in the bungalow
No shirt, it's the gun show
Man, I'm flexing
Sippin and vibing I’m realizing the time and it’s frightening because I might just be wasting it all on silences
Beautiful mind divided by inhibition
I remember giving three
Verses now I give them two
I might start giving one
Because niggas hardly listen
Too long, sipping oolong tea
My life was
thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma
clubs
We were getting reloads out in the park
Flew past everyone who had a heads-up
Time flew quick, then I had to get smart
Now it's a new day,
on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane
a blue T
Y'all know who I be
Dub Sizzleen, eyes full of Visine
Leanin' in a 745-LI Beam'
Big bucks and big trucks, buzzed and faded
You and that toothpick
went past, stitched up with the gauze
Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk
Never
They pants is wet, didn't even bust yet
I'm a foul ball, punk niggas can't catch it
In a straight jacket I write
My rhymes with hatchets
So niggas who
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
stickin in yo head like glue guns
It don't matter who I go against cuz you know who won
J-A-Y always so fly I flew once
Kopps who I run from also going
my might
Hold a pistol in my left hand, a spear in my right
(verse 2)
It go, who, where, nigga, what, how, why
Nigga, jump when a brotha tell 'em
Tortured by memories they can never erase
In the ruins of trauma, for Tikkun Olam, I brace
It's time for us to rebuild the world, set Vachtu's Pain
lookin' over my shoulder, Proof get it poppin' like shoulder
Hold up
[Eminem:] (We nothin' but soldiers)
Slow up
[Eminem:] (This gun is loaded)
Roll up
keep a uzi by his side
Try to jump he test your vert
Ol dead beat ass momma bitch
Fix your family first
I don't care how you feel yeah
Gang them came
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