Even in the morning With the light upon your face I look up and show the motions I use I can hear you breathing I feel the space and I Oh, I, I?ll be
ask you if I'm def. Don't front and say kinda Merciless. Meticulous. So fresh it's rediculous Raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S King word connector
I'm lookin for the devil ''cause money's the root of evil And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle
chill up in the bedroom, sniffin' cocaine? Said she's the type of girl to get down with no shame And everything I said before was no thang We ran outside
luck baby girl born brighten up my life alot block still poppin old lady still drawn hataz still plottin (plottin) tryna take my life away it'n matter
pillow where Cleophus lays? Is it stuck inside the dash With the shitty comp. tapes? Something's wrong with my soul. My heart beats from the outside. (
O to the L to the I to the N To the F to the R to the O to the N to the T to the I to the N That means I'm chillin' Like Spoonie Gee said, my seats
the brains is flying On the outside it's just them 20 inch tires Bentley, Lexus, Lams and Vets Them Ragtop, Guccis with the Smitt n Wess Got the old
lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee Someone's in a hurry 'N someone better
gives you the damn right? To come pointin' fingers down at me? My life is so slow First verse (esg): I live that c-o The u-n The t to the r to the
just had your back You wanna live and tell my nigga where the stash at He gave me the address then I ran outside But first I took the keys to his van outside
"You wanna live then tell my nigga where you stash the work at" He gave me the address then I ran outside But first I took the keys to his van outside
get robbed on the spot, feet up in the parking lot Hit the leave by two o' clock, no one's in my parking spot ABG duct taping them, Outsiders act safe
Some old wicket shit (for you) Some old wicket shit (for you) Midnight's the witches hour And your outside Somebody played a Reel Life Product tape
heard and act like you know Yes yes y'all (Yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (Live y'all!) Inside, outside
ya, I promise I'll split ya Click-clack, everything I pack got hollow slugs I'm the definition of a thug, my whole click sellin' drugs Ain't no love, if ya outside
Fuck all that asshole and leave ya fuckin' head swollen I hit like floods, better yet I stick like mud Them bitches P-N-C, I leave 'em in a pool of blood Partners-N
