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点击复制Excuse me while I sing to you
I'm being real and that's the thing to do
I'm just living and loving
Smoking and f**king
Yeah uh
Out here on the grind yeah
Alchemist this beat is stupid d**e fresh
If I can't get no love then I can touch you
S**t is fly throw back ya heard me
I'd rather touch you yeah
We ridin' on these n***as come on
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Yeah terror squad
I'd rather touch you yeah
It's goin' down my n***as
Stunna face joe crack the don
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherf**kers must be crazy
I been doin' this s**t since the eighties
Run up in yo crib snatch ya baby baby baby
It's the kid still holdin' the crown
Now that they give it I'm holdin' a pound
And I'm lookin' for some bustas who be actin' like them n***as do dirt
Come to find out they ain't put in no work
An now my feelings is hurt
Cause they decided that they wanted to murk
But I'ma chase 'em to the end of the earth
Cause I'm a motherf**kin' rider
You can see the pain in my face
Got no problem exchangin' the hate
They got me fightin' a case
And if I blow will I face a fifteen
And I'll probably do it all in the pen
But yo I'm livin' with it
Death before dishonor for my n***as that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride ha ha ha
Death before dishonor for my n***as that ride
A thousand deaths if ya sellin' ya pride
You motherf**kers need to know that
I'd rather touch you yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Hey joe
We gon' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta n***a
I'm a guerilla on the streets but it's time for the fun time
Out of line I bust with my tech nine
Choose ya loose I give ya the blues
Ol' p***y a*s n***a with his p***y a*s crews
It's the murder man mack I stash in the lac
I bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
It's the birdman baby come and holla at me later
Duck a*s n***as we deal with 'em later
First you go to the mall and you ball like a dog
And we drop the car then holla at ya boy
Tell them p***y a*s n***as break bread with the boy
Joe they breakin' bread with the boy
Tell big pun n***a stunna ride for the boy
Win or lose I ride for my boy
It's the b m gangsta the d boy click
We mash on bustas and we flip these bricks n***a
I'd rather touch you yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
I'd rather touch you yeah
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
N***as tell me money talk
But bulls**t is walkin' out on four feet
That's why I'm ridin' on ya whole street
I'll be a n***a till it's said and done
I'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
I keep my forty cal cocked cause these n***as on my block bang
Right up the street from where the cops hang
And in my head I hear pac sang
And then them rushin' memories make me cry till I can't stop man
Tell my mama I'm a killer if I happen to die
That's how I lived ain't no sense in me lyin'
My whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive bys
And n***as fightin' for position
The demon has risen from out of prison
Now I'm losin' my religion
That's how I'm feeling when I'm f**kin' with you
Cause I don't f**k with you now I'm bustin' at you
So f**k you dude
I'd rather touch you yeah
Terror squad facemob uh
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Cash money millionaires uh come on
I'd rather touch you yeah
My tech my mack
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Lick my uzi straight like that
I'd rather touch you yeah
My tech my mack
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
Lick my uzi straight like that
Dedicated to my homeboy pac
Love daddy
Facemob in the house
Fat joe and it don't stop
Come on