Lyrics:
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in
Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine
So tell that gangster
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smokin' roaches, 'cause we broke
Late night hangin' out 'til the sunrise gettin' high
Watchin' the cops roll by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
[Notorious B.I.G.]
What? Uhh, what?
Uhh, uhh, what? Uhh
Ninety-seven ?caddi lawn?
What, what, uhh
I creep deep with killers without million dollar figures
every penny, what a pity
I'll be livin the city, livin greedy, lookin for (??)
Wit a spirit that'll jealous the belly, then now
Two wanted killers slang
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze
halen je kwijt
So don't run (ssh shh)
Jump on a ride met waps on side
Die mannen van daar zijn geen partij
Jump in die hooptie let's drive by
Ren
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
know where it's O end or no end
3Hunna bitch don't make me bring them killers out
Real shit, free all my hitters out
Don't make me bring them killers
casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your
now?
Do you want to ride or die?
La, da-da-da, la-la, la-la
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin'
a killer so vicious.
Oh, don't let it get the best of me.
Hit by a lover backhanded.
I didn't expect to be stranded like this.
It was only supposed to be
close, enemies closer
That's just the way we kept it
I got bit by a snake last week, I think I need an antiseptic (uh)
My name ain't killer but please
stand up in court
I told my baby that I'm done with whores
Killers stick to me like glue because my love is pure
We fucking and you squirting, got
Debutante of murder
In the first degree
Master of the slaughter
He's hungry, can't you see
Survives by natural instinct
Prowler in the night
""Come on say you love me My comatose nightmare love Smothered by pain and suffering Written with lip gloss and blood Can you feel your heart fading?
the trigger
(That's a cold dead nigga)
Movin' pieces on the board
My chess game killer, Bobby Fischer
Used to serve right out the building
Smilin' while
could I contrast landscapes out of hope
Landscapes out of hope
I got to kill the killer that's inside
And I got to heal the healer that's inside
Glanton's men were killers all by trade
And through the prison bars a deal was made
Glanton needed three new men
Hired the lovelorn veteran
The killers
Yeah yeah
Ay
Ok Shaney I see you, for real
(Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy) Ay
You can tell by the way that I walk
That a young nigga prolly
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