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| 2. |
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It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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| 3:45 |
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| 4. |
| 4:21 |
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| 5. |
| 4:04 |
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| 6. |
| 4:05 |
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She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow And if he do, where is he gon' go? Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried When he told me that his girl just died Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in You the only one I trust as a friend I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written But I still gotta bring it to light Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen Confused about my wrong and my rights They tellin' me that time heals wounds though This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize Before you leave the shit alone just try Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did And plus you gotta think of the kids That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die At least that I can say that I tried [Chorus] Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up But I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her Cause she was treated evil out the box You can't get what you ain't got Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out 'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped We never really got along but when you took sick I was at your side 'til you died I wasn't the best son but I tried [Chorus] I've always been crook, never given up But the past few years has been really rough Felt like givin' up a couple of times Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin Change my name for anonymity's sake But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies I can't go to jail, I can't die Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I? Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried [Chorus] |
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| 3:52 |
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| 8. |
| 4:13 |
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Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like slanger Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger Who do you call when these agents want you dead And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello) 25 to life's the mandatory minimal My whole community gets treated like they're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood Verse: See I be on some street shit don't talk to police I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see If I got shit to day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25 Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, stayin down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood We don't talk to police We rely streets dawg Say we don't talk to police But we rely on the streets dawg |
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| 4:03 |
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| 10. |
| 4:12 |
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| 11. |
| 5:01 |
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| 12. |
| 3:58 |
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| 13. |
| 4:26 |
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You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin' Come in and get it, and leave here with it Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows The rule here is simple and this is my motto To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago Get you a house built keep you a dollar though 'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows My homey locked up, been six years tight But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life Is off in a cage for the rest of his days A price that he paid for the mistake he made So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win They say, "The ends justifies the means" So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be I'd never let no war justify me I question how hard some of these cats really be 'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin' See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find the peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin But the secret is to win, so I hold it in I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho" Got clapped in the back of his 'fro It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone Greed it don't last too long The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win |
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| 4:21 |
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| 1:03 |
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