shit You leaned in for another New years kiss Just leave me alone, your own your own Its been years I love you to death A heart full of love (not
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war It don't stop, it won't stop until we
My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin' thinner I ain't baptized, so you callin' me a sinner Overpaid, 29, callin' me a young tenor Nelly, stop, don't leave, don't stop
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
a fuckin' angry Jamaican And shuttin' everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin' They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid You hear
the freeway Now I'm climbin' over the guard rail I'm a felon, I can't take no shorts I'm runnin' down Imperial past Imperial Courts Stop to catch my breath
car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda
the grands up Catz got beef with me, go call your menz up Coming up unexpected fucking your plans up Bustin' rounds lay it down, now throw your hands
But they just can't get it No, they don't have their mind on it I don't hear no soul in it They don't have they heart in it We gone put a hole in it
Just jump your ass in the trunk Pull out the blunt Then light it on up Lay it on back And and get fucked up As soon as you hit it You hear your heart
ass/ Makin marks come off that cast, nigga you know what it is, think I'm serious/ Then heart attack, missles aimed straight at where the fuck your heart
, die for me (Whomp, whomp) Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut when you ballin' on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones
't get close to me if you're contaminated Take a picture of your soul and get it laminated Put them in your wallet next to your money Money represents your whole and soul represents your
jacks over six packs and yacks Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still Said you wouldn't rest until
nothin, get your ki's up You boys stop bluffin, before you get beat up Take your car keys, throw your ass in the trunk Slide off with your bitch, L
and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat And the damn ya start doin' the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your
leery of conspiracy theories, but hear me. From a business perspective it makes more sense, clearly. Cuz more over, that's what we go to war over, and
your pocket, forty-dog in your hand Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man? L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place I
