Tow g's, we got the type fam with mac 11's Where bravehearts put they rap down in honor of your name, you a legendĪnd they don't understand how you see over from heaven Physically, you was killed by the weapons of manīut where you at now, you lamp laid in mac's now Rest in peace, ill will, now your name's in the throne Now, lounge homeboy, you in the godly zone Hit the sky bar, sunset, and the sex is so high-tech
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Slingin for chips and fiends with burnt finger tipsīase heads, killed cab drivers just for a hitĪ week later, sportin' gators, gettin' thrills Got babies by hustlers and niggaz in jail Spendin' your money on weed, smoke and hotels Weigh the bricks and we loco, so broke, brown coke won't sell
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I let y'all niggas bang my shit before saddam hitsįirst nigga to sing a hook on some tj swan shitīlack ski masks up in the projects, camoulflage, full clips The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feetĪk is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feetįour-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc
You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hatĬuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back