时间：2013-06-11
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I woke up quick at around two
Jumped in my benz picked up dj screw
Boys out there makin' them tapes
Separate the real n***as from the fakes
My boy just got out did a flat ten
And he just can't stop talkin' bout that pen
My best friend but time destroys all men
Now he don't give a f**k about goin' again
It ain't all good but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a thug muthaf**ka and you can't take nothin' from me
Somebody once said they wanna see me dead
The next week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break bread with my killas in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex in the all black stretch
Known for my purity pride and security
A house costs as much as one piece of my jewelry
Cuz the boys on the cut don't give a f**k
You come talkin' that s**t your eyes get shut
Boys out there slangin' that yay
Only p***y muthaf**kas say that crime don't pay
The time has come and the day is here
Two thousand one is my muthaf**kin' year
I come from the head it's the boy named los
The one that got everybody on they toes
Straight up and still I sell d**e for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc f**k prison
No more savin' cans no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your f**kin' clique hollerin' who killed kenny
For my gangsta b***h that I just met
She ridin' my d**k chuckin' up her set
I dance with the wolves this is for my hood
Got the whole world fiendin' for the d**e I cut
Bridge
Ayana m
Fire
We on fire
We ain't gone stop
Droppin' these boooooombs
Third verse
I was twelve years old when I did my first jack
And I don't think that b***h ever got her purse back
With fifteen rocks I bought my first car
Cooked my first batch of d**e in a pickle jar
It's like uno dos tres young happy perez
Got me sellin' this d**e to anyone on two legs
Boys talkin' down but I give two f**ks
Step in my face I put you in an all-black tux
Layin' in a casket hard as a rock
My lead hit'cha head and make it snap crackle and pop
Now how many times do I have to tell ya
All my life I've been called a failure
My freestyle flow is so untouchable
I just got out the county jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio just like julio
In the city where them b***hes never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop I'ma keep on droppin'
Seven of my b***hes at the same mall shoppin'
At the galleria tell me have you seen her
I f**k a country singer and a houston ballerina
Plus a fine a*s china I used to be a dreamer
Now I bought my mom and dad a navigator and a beamer
Leave a mark in this game ask ted indian
I don't give a f**k cuz every month I make a million
