Lyrics:
They ball, r-e-u-p gang four brothers like we blood tied
[Chorus: x2]
I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated
My words like
I was
A young nigga with heart
Ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools
You know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated
My words like
over yo heart, and let yo left hand grab yo nut. Now everybody
sing along, bitch.)
(STOP THE MUSIC!)
We are the world
We are the dealers
We are
The first time I eva seen tears cried from Annie P
I was raised by a G so I appreciate the struggle
All this hate against each other is making my blood bubble
that's the repercussions like when your cousin is causing the blood
Then you're by yourself at the Compton parade, he said
Aye, look, homie, I
stitches are free
Wounds you can see heart on my sleeve
Check my pulse is he breathin oh geez
Bop bop ahh
Bop bop ahh
Bop bop hahhh
Now I finally feel it
I
that'll dry the sun
Til my lies and my fears recombine as one
And the time that I grind's recognised by love
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
I-T-I on the grind
prisons
Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill
Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill
Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed
Now if
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
Surrounded by plastic cups
They looked like unfinished drinks to me
A reaper look alike appeared from the abyss
Smoking a spliff
Yo you got the P
Yo you got
bring the hardcore with r&b singers
While the beast ask you out like hoes on Jerry Springer
Yo rally hot boys feel so sick
And I won't stop 'til I'm
or a blood line
For those who love nines
We don't stand in club lines
We V.I.P
Thugs love to hear me spit that
If you ain't down with ghetto business
at his side, debris collides
I cliff note it in blood
DNA wise
She adjust her harp strings
I hear what her heart sings
Holy spirit beautiful offspring
are you to look at me with your eyes like that
Wisen up young blood, before you make things escalate
And I would hate yo set your crooked ass straight
and I wasted
Happy that I left that ho because she basic
Polluted all the blood my heart is tainted
I think this bitch and the devil are related
gunshots on the dancefloor.
Please tell me what do we die for?
And by the way, yesterday, bet you were me.
Seen hard days, probably see more.
There's
up by slaves in South Africa
Makes me wonder why motherfuckers like shitty P-Diddy are rapping, huh?
I'm furious!
Why?
Are you curious?
Cause furies
that heart before you depart, cos bitterness comes in deep and kills
I've got brothers in Christ that are hating
But I've got brothers in Christ that
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent
protection by the sixth
cwed by the P.O.G I fell for the unspoken rizz
So they ask me why I'm a mad hatter, new yolk changed me no knicks
Just tryna be a star
peace)
R I P to the lost ones
You were here for me, (I miss you)
When I had no one when I had no one (yeah)
Don't wanna lose no more friends this year
under pressure
Got they eyes bloodshot
Blood hot, they boiling, R-E-U-P
Gang, four brothers like we blood-tied
You mad, huh?
I know you like my style,
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