niggas like I'm sprewell Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand Blow you away like it's part of the plan I gotta call it like I see it
Verse I Freestyle's and Hooks, exiled like crooks, baggy jeans my style judge by the looks Shook by parliament I mean society I in me starting this
uh Sometimes I feel like a nut Sometimes I don't Thinking that I won't get 'em left on the scene Like no what I mean Nigga no what I mean Hook: 8x My
that scrilla scratchin', Hooked up with the Ikeman now we robbin' in Guerilla fashion, Eighteen with a bullet, we bumpin' totally insane, I'd like
I turn the corners (uh-huh) I'll be more than gone as {?} R.I.P., man that's kind of redundant Niggaz, dyin off dumb shit, bullets fly when the gun spit
I don't know who to trust 'cause if I trust either I might, end up shot or Seems like, seems like, I gotta do wrong seems like, I gotta do wrong
in the recipe Please, it's more than she's spittin' in my lemonade And R.Kelly ain't got the right to sing the hook like Butch Yeah, come on, spit it
simple you don't want none of me, kind of Tuck you ain't me You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me War we done been in a few, who knew
I survive and rock Cause I keep the crowd alive And the texture of my voice Is course and kind of hoarse and cut Like I'm throwing a thousand knives [Hook
Cause even God got a shit list [verse 2:] Beat downs anonymous I spit like a shiny silver nanabus(? ) Niggas fond of us We the kind that rush, those
you cough. Nibble on my dick like a rat does cheese. Well you're from the south your a special kind of girl. Put my nuts in your mouth just like you
[Hook - 2x] It's a drought, but we got dope We got dope, we got dope It's a drought, but we got dope Then it's gon cost you mo' [Master P] First you
wanna, wish death on my life [Hook - 2x] [Yukon] They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone Go through struggles, then you spit it through
And you're my baby, and you complete me Your number, I'll call you and maybe we can hook up later And keep it gangster My design one of a kind, yeah
yer face, it's replaced. Spit my lyrics in yer face like mace. [SOV] Yo, my eyes -- I pity de fool who will sell it Like dresser, uh huh. I be de midget
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this Soldier
I used to love to pull up hair when I fucked her from the back I used to spank her ass choke her deep dick and ruff sex She said she like it like that
like a wife getting blown with you? And pulling hair, feet bare, fighting over you Playing on other chick's phones like I'm told they do I'm a broad I don't key you like