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To all my peoples Got a little story to tell Straight from the ghetto Some of you gon feel it Some of y'all ain't Don't matter Still gon tell it Cos I heard a long time ago That changes were gonna come And I know you been waiting They never saw me coming That's the way it is So we're here to take you On a joyride To the new millennium base (or baby) (Or Bow down to a new way of life) About ass It's a new way of life (just wanna say thank you jesus) |
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| 2. |
| 5:05 |
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(Talk) No What I'm Sayin,Yeah Break It Down for me,Steady Mafia Rock On Verse # 1 I was just a young boy Livin in the Upper City,Eastside Compton Jew Back in the days when Ice Cube and Easy had everybody yellin out Boy you can't Fuck with me. Remember Ice Tea at the by way giving gunshots licking by the Iowa,with two-short bumpin every supersport and taught us all how to ride for the West Coast Chorus #1 To my peoples do ya hear me where you at thow yo' clubs in the air and wave'm like you just don't care from L.A. to the Bay what'cha say,all day everyday,any dam day.Take a look around we got the whole world locked down goin on and on,don't stop,won't stop,can't stop make'm ride the die,that's why I put it down for the Westside Verse#2 Don't seem that long ago, we was stillin forties out the Liqor store.Moma started trippin so its time to go.Ride to the Front with the Losters, Everybody tryin to be from the CPT,you'll remember,the one time tryed to clown had to burn the whole thang down Chorus#2 One time for my homees in uh Carseration I place a dime with you for havin lots of patience.Two times for my sisters at the County Buildin,I got some westside love for all you ghetto children.Three times for my homees that don passed away,I took some Gin for you and pray for betta days,one day everythings gonna be fine but until that day my only reply,Westside to I Die!! Repeat Chorus 1 (once) Verse #3 To the Greek shorty fort hills Blvd,all I see is croters in my car datin in fivestars all da tru hoes is hittin switches wit all da finest riches of course the finiest chickens,don't get twisted ask me what a real gee,show me ya nuts throwin back against da wall to his nuckles bleed Spreadin deaf to all my enemies and those who don't believe.West Coast live and be the best best of me Repeat Chorus #2 (once) |
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7 11 6 & 4 They all score Yeah Mutha fuckin' Jazzy Fae Got me in line at 1:12 All high & shit Ha Thinkin' about what if the world was mine? Ha ha It'd be on in this mutha fucka Check it out [Verse 1] I been thinkin' since the capital Luck saw a baby kinda feel natural Triple lights on the crap table 7 11 6 & 4 they all score And every woman is a stripper so you can tip her Don't let it get ya Feel free to take her home wit ya I'd be in all the motion pictures And every whip I'm messin' wit, be a ten on the real shit And real niggas wouldn't have to try to be So I would never never - actin' violently And even if you didn't ride wit me you could still get high wit me If the world was mine [Chorus] You would never have to leave the sunshine And everbody'd be free to smoke weed wit us Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time Too many whips so we ain't got time If the world was mine I'd roll a baby blue 64 Wit all my niggas down front wit they dubs up, all night Call all the thugs & 'round 'em up And tell 'em all to come to my show If the world was mine [Verse 2] I take a puff so I can meditate Bump down the street & niggas wouldn't playa hate These are tickets for the na-nas My own recliner What's the matter wit ya eyes? Ain't ya high enough? Cali weed make 'em both swell So quit talkin' and blaze one up You in the middle of a world-wide mission to get paid enough Is the last nigga brave enough? His ass got ate up His whip got laid up She had to pay up My mind was made up, and stayed up I took 17 beats & laced 'em up wit a plot to blow the place up If the world was mine (Repeat chorus) [Verse 3] If I ruled the world Block parties wit the Mexicans Dominos wit the best of dem Black Lex, purple pearl In the city wit my next of kin, doin' lotsa shoppin' It's poppin' We won't be stoppin' 'til the loot runs out But it's my shit, so that won't happen Guaranteed to have y'all screamin' & clappin' On a high that lasts ya all night If the world was mine (Repeat chorus 3x) |
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| 4. |
| 3:40 |
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(Chorus) I kinda wanna drive Lexuses Sit back and live life high with the best of shit with a wrist full of ice in my president And a pocket full of Debbies that you can't imagine Guaranteed to make the best of it To have a yacht on a lake with water beds in it And a whole ot of women that are singin' to my shit With they hands up in the audience screamin' they want it They want T! When I was a lot younger I liked to sit up at the park & drink on St. Ides Drunk as fuck, I used to wonder why some niggas roll 64's on D's And some niggas let their khakis hang to their knees Will I end up just like one of these? Or smoke trees overseas and rock wimbley? Bring back a black Bentley full of Henessey And earl grey tea sippin' it with Naomi - And they on me! I wonder how it happened so fast To go from 33b to first class laughin' And all you hatas are hurt bad Imagine (Chorus) Before I go to sleep at night I say a prayer to the Lord above and I'm hopin' that he shows me luv 'Cause my shit be hot enough to have the world dancin' Smokin' weed on the beach in the sand and all my ladies look well in Chanel & Donna If I trip, they got my bail, so farewell your honor Ain't got no time for drama Too busy chillin' with the mamas in the Bahamas and everybody got they own bag of ganja And you can go & roll a bleezie of you wanna Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody all up on ya! (Chorus) Give me a house in Fayetteville and a blue five hundred Next door to Evander - In the tub with Michelle & Samantha And a black pet panther And you ring the doorbell, I don't answer And you can't stand it And you askin' "TQ why you act that way?" 'Cause it's too many hatas with somethin' to say I'm too busy blowin' up with my homeboy J! (Chorus - 2x) |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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Yeah KB noon time Steady Mobb'n L.A. to the Bay Atlanta GA Yeah That's the way we do it baby They never saw me coming Like a thief in the night Haven't you heard about it? New nigga in town everybody listen I got a message for you don't want you to miss it Gangstas make the world go round as it was written That's why at every show somebody trippin' So listen Now I like to smoke weed & drink straight yak And fuck wit dime pieces, because I got it like that Make all the strippers love me, because my tips stay fat And my 'Lac is all that Haven't you heard about it? 1 - Got every ghetto in the country wantin' it Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it (Can't live without it) I heard you're lookin' for that real life gangsta shit But they never saw me coming Haven't you heard about it? To all my niggas down south, I know what you like And all my peoples on the west, it's on tonight (Can't live without it) And everybody in the east, believe me Anybody talkin' beef, can eat these They never saw me coming We make the front page story in every city Couldn't believe all the niggas that was down wit me Had all these other bustas lookin' silly We don't ride no ponies, just roll on goldies Nigga please Come off that shit, this is a new era Straighten up your sideburns, stop wearin' mascara I hope it's for the sake of sellin' records Either way, you need to check yourself about bein' a real nigga So figure My momma told me I was unexplainable Said I was gifted, but I chose to act a fool And in the end, it be the fool that got me through Even back in school, I used to dream about it To have the whole world screamin', throwin' up their dubs Just wanna give 'em what they needin', and show 'em love Truth is I'm a thug But I still can blow, so what So tell me the motha-fuckin' problem Haven't you heard about it? Repeat 1 [Jay] ??? face the fact Never thought, never knew I would come like that. No time to make a track Drunk off yak Still no excuse, for Mr. Magoo Some niggas wanna trip off Tim-buck 2 Pass me a blunt, I like to get blunted Never saw me comin' in a black 600 Bump it like a bitch Got a twitch in da switch We oughtta know who major rich Sound like my son Better ride in this shit Learn to love these west coast hits Stop makin' tracks wit all the same kids Better close the deal Let's keep it on the real Never understood how you managed a deal Smashed up the town Got money by the pound [TQ] Haven't you heard about it? Repeat 1 to fade |
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| 7. |
| 4:35 |
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Yeah uh mm give it to me Mmmmm yeah Yeah yeah Mm no no no no Seems like every night right before I go to sleep I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody The slightest little thing would make me mad Especially if it involved my money And I can't tell you 'bout the next man But I love pullin' up in big sedans Wit all my niggas in a caravan Holla if ya hear me Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down And take you back again But that would take too much time And I gotta hit the streets again 1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin' Gotta get that money, make that money Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin' Somebody come help me Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind? Must be buggin' I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me If they tapped my line Don't mean nothin' I'll still be hustlin' Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind Niggas can hate if they want to And I'm still gon' get mine Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs And I won't be seen at none of the clubs And uh, all your women would know who I was (And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin' I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to You need some candy, so won't you come thru Repeat 1 [E-40] Sometimes I'm suited up Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin' Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin' Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin' Godzilla ballin' When it's money callin'? War-rank Just ride your runners fool Be 'bout your bank Sittin' fat like ? All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch Artillery fire arms and gats Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread ? on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace Used to sell that bass Rock cavvy candy, ?????? Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it) As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it Check it out Money schemin' Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas Black and Miles on the pack again (yes) What you know about that? TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy Biotch!!! |
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| 4:45 |
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Last week in Atlanta I met her at the FreakNik In a black truck wit a short haircut & a gang of homies And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men She used to scream "TQ I'll do anything that you want me to Just come stay with me" Girl that's somethin' that I can't do It ain't nothin' wrong wit you Don't take it personal Let me explain to you 1 As for me I just wanna fuck around tonight But then I gotta leave Have to be the only one to work your body right Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) Can't you see I ain't settlin' down, no I ain't settlin' down Cuz I get around Why you lookin' so surprised? Was you thinkin' different? Ain't got no problem with firin' up the candlelight But you gon' have to finish 'em Cuz I ain't got time for Valentine presents I make sure I'm always outta town that day And if I don't return your message Don't go gettin' mad, I'll get around to it one day I just wanna fuck around tonight But then I gotta leave Have to be the only one to work your body right Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) Can't you see I ain't settlin' down, no I ain't settlin' down Cuz I get around It ain't no need to tell you no lies I don't want no new girlfriends No no no Everytime I think about Do a whole lot better without Somebody sweatin' me I can't take this sweatin' G You know you can come to my room whenever I'm in town (Ooh yeah) Don't give a fuck about anything you do when I ain't around I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I'm about Cuz I'll be back next Sunday (I'll be back Sunday) and I'm gon' wanna dig you out I just wanna fuck around tonight But then I gotta leave Have to be the only one to work your body right Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) Can't you see I ain't settlin' down, no I ain't settlin' down Cuz I get around I just wanna fuck around tonight But then I gotta leave Have to be the only one to work your body right Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) Can't you see I ain't settlin' down, no I ain't settlin' down Cuz I get around I just wanna fuck around tonight But then I gotta leave Have to be the only one to work your body right Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) Can't you see I ain't settlin' down, no I ain't settlin' down Cuz I get around |
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| 4:35 |
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| 10. |
| 4:32 |
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[Tray] Big Tray Deee up in here Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ I gots to do this for my bread & meat This the only way I know how to eat Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up Ya know what I'm sayin'? Well I was takin' up surveylance tryin' to peep this lick To get the layout raps so I could peal his ?flip? This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock So I popped my glock as I observed the spot Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet 7:30PM, now the sun is set My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared About to put the plan in effect First, I check the streets And then I precede to creep [TQ] 1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit No more indo, no more yay But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GA I pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends I don't ever wanna say this prayer again Gotta see a million and I'm through with this And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick [TQ] In the morning when I wake up Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up Go pick my nigga Jay up )From Corina house, where he always laid up Listen up, we got a busy day My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shop Repeat 1 In the evening, we in the Benzo Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo And my cellular is getting crossed up I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up) Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up Before you get stuck And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day We got the money & the yay Dippin' on the freeway Next day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning You know, break of fuckin' dawn Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no no Damn I done fucked up 25 wit a iz-L Oh well Repeat 1 to fade |
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[Man:] Damn. Be Careful [TQ:] I'm gon' be up in this motherfucker forever dawg. [Man:] For real man. [TQ:] Hey wish I had some weed. [Man:] Tsh, I wish I had some ass. [TQ:] Naw. [Both:] I wish we had some weed. [Laughter] |
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| 12. |
| 3:33 |
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So you're all in my mind. Let me tell ya what I see. What seems so hard to find Just another part of me. When all of my friends come around we love to just pass her pass her. Don't have to be feelin' down on the day after. And we've always been together since I can remember So we'll stay the same. You've been salted up so bad but I don't care what nobody says. (Chorus) Darlin' Mary You know I can't leave alone. She makes me happy - And they say loving you is wrong. Can't be mad at me, no - She puts me in a zone. And I wish I coulda got me just a little bit to take home. I love my darlin' Mary. So you think it ain't right. Well let me explain. I love my darlin' Mary - She makes my heart sang. Whenever I'm feelin' lonely, I take a ride up the street. Give KO his 20 dollas - He gives Mary back to me. And she always stays a long time, 'cause she likes phillies. Can't fuck wit no zags. And when she runs out, no need to go crazy - Just get another bag. (Chorus) Now I've been told not to love nobody, but ain't nobody like Mary. Don't mean to be selfish, but I, I only like the best shit, so I... If you wanna get really lit, put 10 on it, and we can & go get Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary.. (Chorus - 3x |
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| 5:28 |
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Ericka: Wassup boo? How you doin'? TQ: How I'm doin'? Ya know how I'm doin'. I'm doin' fucked up in her. Ready to get up outta this motha-fucka. Ericka: Nigga, you ain't got to say it with no attitude. TQ: I'm just sayin', man, it's bad up in here. How you doin'? What's poppin with it? Ericka: I'm alright, everything alright, I guess. TQ: You handlin' shit? Like you supposed to be handlin' it? Ericka: Now you know. TQ: Better not be no niggas around my house. Ericka: Nigga, you got me all fucked up. How you gon' say some shit like that? TQ: I'm just sayin', man.Shit, just keepin' it real TQ: Been in here about a year Never thought the game would take me under About to get my first tear, when I'm sittin in my cell I wonder What are you doing outside Are you giving all my ass up Ericka: Wait a minute nigga you better back up I told you a long time ago I'd always have your back I'm still coming off with half of them checks, so why are you trippin? Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody getting up in your stuff Soon as the jury said guilty I closed it up Bought you a new Bible with a blunt in it already rolled up Between Numbers and Dueteronomy is where you'll fine me TQ: Don't mind me, I'm feenin' baby I want some ass real bad Locked up wit' all these hard legs, scrappin' daily I miss my baby, I'm going crazy, I gotta get out of this place (Chorus) TQ: How can you love me? Ericka: Somebody gotta do it TQ: It's gott be hard Ericka: Ain't really nothing to it TQ: But you make me happy Ericka: You know you really shouldn't have no doubt - can't wait till you get out TQ: I guess I didnt' believe it Ericka: You spend all your time TQ: Fucked up getting weeded Ericka: But you make me happy TQ: So I'm sittin here countin' the days down - Can't wait till I get out...... (Bridge) Things can get back to the way they used to be You and me in a chromed out E - bumpin' Bone Thugs Pedal to the floor, dippin' kinda high and trippin', I really wanna hit it, your shit is finger lickin' Ericka: Wait a minute I really miss you, so don't get me started Sweating bumpin' and grinding right through these bars and Got a little something to help you make it - just picture me naked Can't feel your body and I hate it.. I'm going crazy Ericka: Gotta get my mind off this, 'bout to go up to the mall and buy an outfit TQ: If you spend all my loot and I'm gonna be pissed - that's no bullshit Ericka: Now who in the hell do you think you're talking to You know I'm the only one in the world who will put up with you TQ: Got 72 more days in here, it seems like 20 years Can't smoke, can't drink no beer, can't get no ass in here So when I finally get home It's gonna be on, cause I'm gonna be lickin' and kissing and sticking all week long (Chorus |
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| 0:20 |
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[Man:] Aah my nigga mon, Ah shit, dawg, my nigger done just got out. [TQ:] Yeah, I'm about this biatch. [Man:] Aah check it out man, We about to be on a mission me and you. [TQ:] Mm mmm. [Man:] Which you wanna do? We gon go get some weed, [TQ:] Mm mmm. [Man:] Or we gon go get some ass. [Both:] Let's go get some ass. [Laughter] |
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| 4:07 |
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You know what? I'm 'bout to tell you some shit that's gon' fuck you up That's real y' ain't gon' like it Well shit Fuck that's the way it is check it out Verse 1: TQ I like to think back to when we spent the weekend In Cabo baby your sister's boyfriend started trippin' And left her lonely After you went to sleep I spent the night out on the beach Laid up on her body - how could I keep from hittin'? And every time I came to your house She always kissed me in the mouth Always stickin' her tongue out when you wasn't lookin' I wanna fuck you sister Chorus: TQ Now we been messin' round a long long time But now I wanna fuck your sister And I know it sounds foul but that's alright Cause why should I have to bullshit ya' (play wit' ya) I can't help it if she's the one that's on my mind Everytime I'm out wit cha I know we messed around a long long time But now I wanna fuck your sister Verse 2: TQ She comes to greet me when I ring your door bell Lookin' like cavvy She stands behind you in the kitchen - staring at me I like to see her when she's getting out the shower All the things she used to tell me when you wasn't listening Now the bridge is gonna get cha Bridge: TQ Ain't no need for us to stop messin' around I just wanna hit it for an hour when she get out the shower On the sink guaranteed not to make a sound And u know u shouldn't have to be getting' mad at me I can't help if I want that ass badly So in the middle of the day when nobody else is around I'll be fucking your sister Verse 3: Too $hort (starts rapping during verse 2) It's time to wake up, control my own destiny Can't let my addiction to her get the best of me I ain't givin' up And I'll never stop tryin' live it up Cause there ain't no reason to be lyin' So you might as well let you know It's goin' down You wasting time asking me when, where or how? It's a mutual thing between me and your sister How you gon' feel when you seeing me kiss her Ever since she was young, I knew I would get her Waiting this long to fuck can only make it better It's like way back when I was tryin' to get wit' cha I'm tryin' to keep it real girl, I ain't tryin' to bullshit ya B-ITCH!!! Too seezy up in this motherfucker Representing all the way from East Oakland California style Chorus: TQ I wait until you go to sleep Then I get a little ass for me Chorus: TQ |
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| 5:25 |
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At night I can't seem to get no sleep
Addicted to indo and Hennessy I'm stressed homes - got my vest on Friday night and I'm chillin' with my baby In a black 600 Lorenzo's on it And I'm...al up on them thighs, smokin' on doja So I guess I didn't see them niggas behind me We at the stop light - get out your car nigga Before I exit - they start pullin' triggas So now I'm duckin' and divin' try to survivin' All I can hear is gun shots and crying Then in an instant - the crying stopped Look at my Benz all windows bucked out I see my girlfriend layin' on the asphalt Bleedin' lookin' dead at me All I can say is... HOOK: Bye Bye Baby I can't believe it - these niggas done shot my baby The only thing that make me go crazy Somebody gonna feel my 380 My My Baby won't live to see it It's gonna be murder - I guarantee it You already had it comin' boy for steppin' to me But y'all shouldn't have fucked with my baby Now I met her at the Beverly and she was the bombest She had me goin' nigga - I'm gonna be honest And she was stacked with big bags behind her Matter of fact - she kinda looked like Tyra All the niggas used to stop when they see her Dressed in black - laid back demeanor Nigga she gone now - and I'm all upset I'm like a grown child - I want my baby back But now it's on pal - all things behind us I'm gonna take you where no one can find ya Mind ya, I'm about to go crazy Gimme my Baby - Gimme my Baby (Repeat Hook) Now I try not to think about all the things that we did together We make the bedroom walls shake from in the living room I was so infatuated with everything you do Somebody took you away from me with a shell or two And I'm gonna ride, 'cause that's what the hell I do Gonna be some madness tellin' you This shell's 4 u What they wanna do (Repeat Hook) |
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| 6:05 |
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Yo?" "What's up?" "Ay what's up nigga?" "Guess what nigga?" "What?" "I done found them niggas." "You done found 'em?" "Fa sho." "No shit?" "And guess where they at?" "Where they at?" "In yo hood." "Oh it's on." "Nigga you need to get down here now." "I'm on my way." What? They done shot yo baby momma what?! Aw shhh Ah man, oh no it's gonna be (?) these niggas up man Real ballsy shit Yo, real ballsy partner I ain't got nothin' else to live for man What else is there to be for? These niggas want war or somethin'? You strapped? Come on, let's get these fools! (Rap by Daz Dillinger) I'm rollin?through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin?'bout Plottin? jackin? murder, robberies we specialize in that We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack As a gangster livin?it up, growin?up in a scandalous town Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down Hangin?out bangin?all around, smackin?fools in they mouth no doubt Showin?these fools what we all about Big clout and money, that's what we all about You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor Serious about this game, kill for pennies and dollars I'm crucial and brutal to those that test Wanna be a G, represent the set See this ain't nothin?new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid yet See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest Doin?what we do, major clout and so we flossin?br />Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy And my niggas don't play TQ I?m up at moms house taped up 3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up She told me "I?m gonna pray to God that you?ll be alright" That?s my only mama nigga, she knows what?s on my mind You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months There went my children found out it was more than one You?ve got me lamping and I can?t move as fast But I swear on baby grave that I?m gonna get that ass What about my little sister, she use to get good grades But now she?s paranoid goin?to school with a 38 Now how much of this do you think I?m gonna take Nigga I?m comin?back (Hook) All I?m sayin?is you betta not go to sleep I?m coming to get you Nigga you made too big of mess I?m comin?back ?br />And you betta watchin?everyone you meet Might not the one who stick ya It could be one of your friends I?m comin?back I won?t lay down before you do that?s on me I?m tellin?you fuck what you?ve been thinking All I?m saying is you betta not go to sleep I?m waiting to hit ya I?m coming back ?br /> Friday nite again and I get a new Benz Bus?a left on 120th ?I see you slippin?br />This niggas?in my hood tell me how can this be Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin?down to me I get my clock ready, Beenie can?t shoot this time As much as I been feelin?and dreamin?this mutha fuckers mine I let my heat fly, I see him fallin?down And all I?m hearing is ??K-Plaw, K-Plaw, Paw Paw?? After the smoke clears I hear a baby screamin?br />I?m tryin?to figure out but all I see is demons Father forgive me if I hurt this child let die tonight Walk up to the Beemer see the kids alright I hand him to his cryin?mama tell her turn away Somebody punch up Daddy?s number and it?s Judgement Day For anybody askin?questions you didn?t even see my face Or else I?m comin?back (Hook) (Rap by Kurupt) Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas If you gonna blast, then blast If you gon?think, think fast I'm movin?emotion, a double dosage of dolja Give (?) a nigga ride his ride, slip slide Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin?blast Blast dash, dash stash, that's for Daz TQ what the fuck they really wan do? Like they don't know a thing about me and you Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast G dog rollin?with pounds of hash Forty cal colt in the back a stash Never go to sleep, better not tweak Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash Two hits and pass, first to last Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em out I'm a blaze an ounce, I'm a blaze a stick I'm a hit em with some gangsta shit Cigarettes then joints dip Fears pierce and shit when the AK spit Gangstas (Hook ?2x |
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In the morning when I wake up I think about all of the crazy things that we been through. And my momma she told me there were gonna be days like this. And I guarantee she was tellin' the truth. When I close my eyes I see Eazy No more thuggin' just love every day in the heavens above with his DJ listenin' to music that I just made. Hey... (CHORUS) Just wanna sing a little somethin' for the people that done passed away. Now tell me, can you feel it? When you're livin' in better days. And I pray to God, I hope you're listenin', if we try then we could one day be... For one time, in your mind, everything is alright. Until it happens, I'll be on my knees beggin' for a better way. Now my background say... Now every once in a while I remember that I... I miss my Grand daddy. All the little things we sat & talked about. I wish you could see me now. From the side of my bed with my head down - To outside wit' my homies tippin' Gin now. Seems like I got a whole lot of friends now. So let me tell you what I'm talkin' about. And now that I got my mind made up, I ain't got no time to wait up. So I'm gonna keep givin' it way up. If you ever should think I ain't true to that, in "My peoples if you wit me where you at." We brought y'all back! (Chorus) [Break it on down......] (Ad-libs) Just wanna sing a little somethin'.. Somethin'... (Chorus - 2x) |
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