Lyrics:
it's sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a drano, volcanoes erupting,
Rhymes
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
bitch
All lookin’ ready
When you comin’ up from poverty
Its drugs or robberies
My brothers counting on me
They counting on the lottery
They knowin what i
know that it is to You who I speak, it's true you Made me new I'm
Not the same dude as last week
It's true I made it through by all The strength you gave
it
Yo the education of the Lon chicka Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Being my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brother, you will
you was a rapper, you became an MC
I'm proud of my heritage, and glad that we made it
I still bust rhymes without bein player-hated
Standin on the same
brothers get a check and take care of our people
The realest u gon meet n that's one thing that I can guarantee you
Just cuz I tell you that I love you that
again
'Cause she's like music to my ears and I love it
Now watch her do it without trying like it's nothing
My life with you is a no no, before you
brothers that came from the mud
Fuck all the snakes you ain't getting no love
I do what I want and I do it for fun
(Mhm Mhm)
Yeah I get the bag and flip it
Love and marriage, love and marriage,
Go together like a horse and carriage.
This I tell ya, brother, you can't have one without the other.
Love
trusted no one since my brother left us, fuck a pact
Pop a perc to ease up on the tension
God you got me guessin'
I know you got me I won't fall
But you
a fuckin shame
cant bask in the victory if you wasn't changed by pain
I didn't write the fuckin rules I just play the game
I'm just trynna paint a picture
got my back like ten bands
'cept my brothers, my mother, and a script full of xans
If I go down, If I go down
You won’t make a sound, you won’t make
my hair
Just let me be
The fucking stares
You hate my nose
We breathe same air
Call the police
See if they care
Judging by faces
U.K. is racist
I know
the roughest of ruffnecks, wicked and wick checked
Check the nine sector MC and his project
All you brothers need to know doe
There's no more best MC 'cause
at the waves again
In my head without a care
You'll find me in my happy place
We all need solace sometimes
A place to rest our minds
When troubles start
survive the liquor or the molly
How bro survive the liquor or the molly
Nigga you a pussy
You took my brother by surprise
Nigga you a bitch
You ain’t even
It's so unfortunate you can't see the sun rise
Never thought you could leave without saying goodbye
But since you do, Rest in Peace
It's been
sister and the best three brothers
Boy you know that we both tried our best
But we can't fight it baby, it's the end
Without you, you, it hurts but I'ma be
wish you weren't gone
It feels so long
But I gotta be strong
Without you
You were always by my side
Now it's really untill the end times
Right my
mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live
resultant decisive decision
I wrote this for all my brothers who are diligently pursuing righteousness, driven by the Desire for purity
Please open your eyes
like we win nascar we gone pass u
(Yeah... mmhmmm)
Stay painting pictures
(Stay painting pictures)
Come up with my brothers that's the goal lets get
Where would I be without my brother wit me
Keep Watchin that door!
If he say shoot then we gone score some
Ain't gettin nun leeser 50
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