goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss. Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind Because, see your mind is in control of your heart Where it's supposed to be the other way around Your heart has got to control your mind So now, I have no feelings for you You have made me cruel, you have made me cold Time, time for you to die As I kiss. goodnight Uh! I'm flamin' gats Aimin' at these fuckin' maniacs, put my name in raps What part the game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies, you can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, with yo' spirit above me Or beneath me, your whole life you live sneaky Now you rest, eternally sleepy You burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My 9 flies, baptize rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin', tryna break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue Six Coupé Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out The block for distances, givin' long kisses, bitch! Hell, we don’t give a fuck We just absolutely don’t give a fuck Because there ain’t no love here There ain’t no love here You know, we gon' keep doin' what we do We gon' keep fuckin' you up I'ma keep stompin' your motherfuckin' head in You fucking bitch Time, time for you to die As I kiss. 44's and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas, snort 'caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range, nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be 'Til Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz Thinkin' 'bout all the planes we flew, bitches we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (We ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin' Catch cases, come out frontin', smokin' somethin' Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced her with the basic Six TV's, the system knockin' Ma$e shit Face it! We hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss goodnight I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga, please, blood floods your dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now, cry later I rhyme greater than the average playa hater and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets, they be like, "Yo, he nice!" But that's on the low though Be the cats with no dough try to play me at my show I pull out.
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