Deadly to you You'll just fade away Nothing left in your head This is the touch of death Deadly to you You'll just fade away Nothing left in your head
need it Hush your head, I don?t wanna remind you You held my hand when you couldn't take the pressure Save yourself ?cause I need some simulation, baby We've shaken hands
I mean, I ain't choppin' no bars just risin' like cream If you diggin' the scene, you feelin' the vibe Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive
tongue Crazy muthafucka, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one A-all white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to thirty-six nigga Big
One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six digits, big engines Get lots of head like six
home and told my Mom how my day went She said, "If they were laughing you don't need the, "Cause they're not good friends" For the next six hours
'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros
just shakin' your asses C'mon, hold on, I need to break it down Yeah, one time like this Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you clap If your
bop and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face
Saint Nich Chillin' with these chick, named Tondalea Was a hot girl and everybody wanted to slay her She wasn't fond of players Only wanted ballers to spoil her Six
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley
the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six
my hands hurt know I can't serve a nigga that, that my man's work you aint a four wall on hold thats a kitkat another nigga want a heinekin that's a six
run a little wild But if there's no call from joy control Warning me against this disease in my heart Freein' my soul Population 10 zillion and six
's why she's makin' six figures workin' three days a week Yeah, she'd even break a promise in the promised land She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a
Who dared? A motherfucker from the west coast L.A. south central fool Where the crips and the bloods play When I wrote about parties it didn't fit Six