[Intro]
Alright, c'mon
Where we at? (227)
Uh
[Verse]
On Sunday, we makin' salat
Monday is [?]
Wednesday, it's get over the hump
Tuesday and Thursday, we watch for the sweep
Friday, Saturday, we rejoice
Valeted Escalade and a Royce
Late at night, I repent for my sins
But every day, I pray for Detroit
When them guns and that 'caine is involved
Know some young'uns that's caged in them walls
One day, hopefully it'll sink in
All the trouble and pain that we caused
By my love of the game, it was flawed
By thе money, the chains and the cars
Cali wеather, the weed in the winter
Hundred bands in my premium denim (Fresh to death)
(What else?)
All the clothes, the bricks and the 'bows (Uh)
End of the day, it just mean that you winnin' (It's on)
Beat the case, he was guilty as charged
He think he can keep cheatin' the system
Who got better than me with conviction?
No stress, never needed assistance
Oldheads tellin' me that I'm gifted (Yeah)
I'm not better, just meaning I'm different
Got ahead of myself for a minute (Uh, uh, uh)
I forgot for a second the reason I'm in it
Feds wanna question a nigga
'Bout my personal life, that ain't even my business
I'll never tell on myself
Or nobody else, for that matter
Caught him up, cross-examined a witness
Now he's servin' two lifes, have to handle his business
[Outro]
Before his business handle him
Thirty-clip in that F&N
Streets'll take you some places you never been
So go tell a friend to tell a friend that this ain't no business to meddle in
'Cause you could get the shit end of the stick
Not the handle, but the metal end (Brr-r-r)
Assassins
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