Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how i gotta be.
With a murder on my shoulders,
I know I gotta die soon anyway.
Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how I gotta be.
With a murder on my shoulders,
I couldn't trust a nigga in my family.
So how the fuck you think I could trust you.
I got problems too, my mama just died.
And I can't stop drinkin on e. (??)
And I'm predicting my death.
My guess is bleeding I can feel it in me.
I don't want no body at my funeral.
So fuck you fake ass bitches.
Cause all you wanted was my riches.
I was with a fucked up record company.
Its all siccmade music though, that's how Paul made it.
Labels can't keep us apart.(??)
I don't give a fuck what them niggas are telling you.
Just another relationship in the frying pan (ssssss)
Expand the plans seperate from the hatas (???)
But if you ever in my town hit me up when you touch down.
So many niggas been waitin to drop.
Half of em talkin dirty about your rigged up partna
Funk startin up for nothin, no lovin.
Shit, the heaters in the oven.
If you ready to cook somethin don't make me have to hook somethin
Cause niggas i'm quicker than bombs(??)
You on me one minute and the next they flipping hate in their senses.(??)
But that aint gonna get you no scratch ola.
Because the worlds cold like the polar.
You can get your bullet proof coat or you can get tow up.
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway.
I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how its gotta be.
With a murder on my shoulders.
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway.
I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how I gotta be.
With a murder on my shoulders.
Shit I gotta die soon anyway.
Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how I gotta be.
With a murder on my shoulders
I paid for my own mama's funeral.
I know you don't give a fuck
I just felt that you should know,
Cause you supporting me, just the know the shit I spit is real.
And if I have to kill, you can have this on some dc(??) you can know the fucking deal.
Nobody wanted to kick it then.
So all I could do was get paid.
Dropped a couple tapes and I had to change up.
Niggas threw a curve in the game.
And the game got stranger.
But I be the re-arranger.
Call me yo homie then yo stranger.
Hit em up wit one finger.
One thumb, never high anger.
And the thing was mother fuckers didn't love me.
See me in the streets and it could get ugly.
Like the inside of an ass crack.
As that real bitch could be pass that (??)
For the niggas because they fuck me like dream cats.
Get dumped in the casket.
Now I don fucked my whole career up.
Because the millimeter blasted.
But I put them out to fast.(??)
That shit spill bloody molasses.
Down floods out to cook cavil.
Because me and my homie really don't give a fuck.
We peel yourself if we got to.
Where niggas can forget all about you.
Feel you can touch me anyway nigga.
You better stay wit about 50 pounds of heat a day nigga.
And all them niggas that hate.
I wouldn't have learned it but its obvious.
You know this niggas don't wanna squab wit us.
Puff them up like puffy stuff.
Then clean up your whole set with it.
The block is gonna represent.
That's why I'm throwing up the double c's.
You talking about fuck me nigga.
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway.
Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day.
Yeah that's how I gotta be.
Wit a murder on my shoulders.
Shit I gotta die soon anyway.
Fucking with me I'll have your whole crew any day.
Yeah thats how I gotta be.
Wit a murder on my shoulders
Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway.
Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas anyday.
Yeah that;s how I gotta be.
Wit a murder on my shoulders.
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