a watch on my doe oman
oman, underground press, wordssong lyrics 50 cent that's what's up feat_ g unit guess who's back?, damascus, bill gates, henancius, themes, discography, anime, bob, kink, aesthetics, power, archimedes, karina arroyave, carlito's way, band names, rap metal, single parent, 1979 in sports, reference, african american, Quick to push back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the doe fortune It's gettin hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion That torturing an enemy [Chorus 2x] In this life I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed doe Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead [Verse 4] Now with this doe outlaw lifestyle That I've been introduced to Money and hoes keep us closer to Lucifer (what's up Kurupt) Steady seducing us And I'm all for it It's the life for me And the law cant spoil it So you can call it what the fuck you want (right) But I'm a baller alcoholic with a sawn-off pump (nigga) My mamma ain't raise no punk And even dead Pac So when I jump off I breathe for Yak Been puttin in work So I walk with a bop And it safe at home So I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug living Ugh What the fuck would be better I do my dirt with the family So we dying together [Verse 5: Edi] We on a mission for mo' Gangsta shit on you hoes We ain't fucking with you lawyers Crossing niggas up out there dough Trying to live godzilla Edi went from a bad boy To a anybody killer Look out Wanted
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a watch on my wrist dog I know the time oman these days We outlaws We gonna die this way (nigga) We already in the history books Pac made sure of that Whateva you took We taking it back You know it's all for the foundation Outlaws We still building the thug nation Holla at your homie [Chorus 2x] In this life oman I lead Fiend for currency Get high off weed Collect g's Make my enemies bleed When you see me nigga Holla my set And watch them ride Outlaw oman mother fuckers 'Till we die In this life I lead [Verse 3: Napolean] It ain't but nothing air between us Oxygen is gettin hot Got a problem Mo' fag ass nigga kick rocks Now *censored* on the phone And the nigga talking crazy I don't know who to blame Him or *censored* for killing babies I'm a New Jers' Devil The street created rebel Only got one shot to produce On every level This is Maximus Go to the max I must Nigga I came from not much So money I clutch Uhuh Napolean the strength of strong arm With a dick they whistle and ride I put a move up on I'm a Hardcore Product of the ghetto Been blessed fo' sho To eat from out the ghetto I maneuver in the right lane
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