Lyrics:
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
head out
And if we're talking about Boy Better Know
I draw for gangsters don't get rude
Eskiboy serious and dead out
I know what you heard JME said out
fresh rapping like that
Where did that burst of energy come from mayne
Man you know I just I just been surrounded by
A bunch of big booty bitches man you
down
You can call that shit a headshot
Got a nine in the car
Fasho will shave a nigga dreadlocks
And bitch be acting boujee like I care about the looks
surgery
You could have any other guy
And haven't you heard
The awful things they say about me?
You could have any other guy
And can't you see
My sides
down Ready, break it down
Please pay attention, to my rhymes so I can tell you all about this pal of mine
He's my buddy, my best friend
When it's a beat
just rhyming for the cash money
Keep the crowd rocking for about BG
New best believe that's C-O-D
Suckers like you don't make no dents
Cause it's all
oh, smokey (feel so good)
get fresh
flo rida, supa fly, yeah
ay when you take em to da mall and ya spend alot a money,
might not answer when they
a young black American, I fight the institution
People talk about action, but no one talks on solutions
I mean I’m from the hood, 617 tell me what you
I Was Away)
Heard niggas was hating (While I Was Away)
Got to a bag (While I Was Away)
Hit hoes from back (While I Was Away)
Ain’t answer the phone
the mayor
I'll be damned, fresh in the mud, put you on the payroll
What'chu want? Say what you want, it's all about me
We get high and run in the hood, you
the tick
Funeral keys, deliver words to dumb mc's
I roll up beats n get smoked by the best trees
You smell like a fiend, you OD on promethazine
Tried to ride
nigga talkin about cryin like he ain't eatin (fuck 'em)
Nigga you won't boss
Tear, sweat and blood like a new Piru
Plushed out suite with a poolside
Heard you got that gum
Can i make that smack
Heard you got that gum
Can i make that smack
Heard you got that gum
Can i make that smack
Make that
Caught in them schemes (yeah yeah)
Dubba-AA flex
I don't believe, in what you believe
(yeah yeah, ugh)
That I gotta leave (yeah, ugh, I gotta go)
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
But soon
They gone see
Cause they don't kno ooo
About me About me
Mb2 Straight to the top is where
I came to take it
You would think im from
Really about that life
Your crew ain’t either
I’m on Eldridge Cleaver
Flow on ice, I dey the club dey don my nika
Chale chale incredulous
Why sey you want
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
one then you're obviously dumb (huh?)
I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was drivin' and ridin' in
Instead you
(Let me feel you)
It's been about a month and twenty days
And were going 'round and 'round playing silly games
Now your saying, slow it down,
This one goes out to my niggas
'Cause we be havin to deal with these punk ass bitches
Check this out
Hey bitch you remember me
It's mista DJ
Uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Gucci, that Prada, that Fendi
Ice Cube, all about the Benjis
Spend ten bands
You come creeping in 6 in the Morning
Like ain't nobody suppose to know.
Say You Been Working but Get in Bed
Smelling just like fresh bar of soap.
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