I can't forget my nigga's Jo, T-Mo, and Gipp I'll enhance the microphone when it's in my grip, I do not slip Them better leave me alone, I'm in my zone Why we coolin' in the shade ain't gettin' paidįor chillin', illin' willin' to do what I got to doīecause I'm more than careful about what I say So I don't carry an ax, but I still swing low with the lumber jax trax 'Cause we the maniacs with the chunky Goodie sac's That it ain't even wise steppin' to me incorrectlyīut yet still when nigga's feel they can deal I guess you niggas don't know or can't see The same drama that got me here in this state of mindįirst of all, I stand a little more than five feet tallīut we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all I know about mines, unwind, can't take at times going through 'Cause life at the bottom ain't hittin' on shit Now I struggle to reach the sky why try so hard

It don't matter 'cuz how I feel might be triggered Stank with a ass fool of ore, takin' what I say for what it's worth I can't keep get Billie and his uncle out my fuckin' Goodie Bag I can't see where tha fuck I'm going, I can't do shit but get mad Uh, will somebody please turn the lights on 166 See, I wonder will I walk tha streets in 1995 'Cuz tha scheme that they fall on don't match wit my tone I heard Bill put two G's up for some folksĪnd I don't discuss that color scheme that they fall on Just ribb your ass up just to gut your pockets out Now what the fuck has this politician did for you?Ĭomplain, complain but Mr. Half these figures around me be hollering Newt Me and Khujo and T-Boo, three jack lumbers on tha loose Got that London Fog, out tha back, paid tha man I went to the Goodwill with the ten dollar bill Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' Rap up the beat outside barely made it to your wake Soul in my bread basket gap contain 'X' marks the spotĪ buck thirty lookin' ugly think but it ain't gonna stop no show P funk be ridin', shot gun escort your window broke out, sonĪ cool breeze, got my lips chap, mornin' slap some So, put some fire on that ass end of dat weedĬuz' you know me, givin' me left hand dap 'Cause in da Swat's, red hots don't drip or bleed

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