Let it go (Let this angel life go)
Let yourself go
(Time is passin til the cops come)
Big beef, big beefin with the Mistress
(On and on and on and on and on and on and)
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin in the last motherfuckin days
This is Revelations
If it dont go down now
That mean ayebody was wrong
Can you face yourself with that question?
Or the answer? What the fuck do you believe in?
Say goodbye to the bad guy
Zy rollin with my cateye, deadeye
Aint afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my liquor store
Let my niggas learn about in jail
Till the squad cars accel, its to my position as we yell
This heres some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen
Make that a fine, no
If you dont like my bullets, to hell if he aint fashion
L.A. looters, throw your mask on
Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin
Im married to the game and every years the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason
Never was the type to be stuck and duckin and weavin
By the grievin
My storys no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Dont mix the kids with the biz
Baby, the industrys hell worth it
- Oh, I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Dont let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Dont let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Dont let it come our way)
Oh I said, oh yeah
When they come to lock you down
(Dont let it come our way)
Look in they grill and get the real
Cuz expressions can mean alot
Threw my trust in your progress
And you guessin I seen alot
The paper got us dressin and impressin
We spend alot
Confessions get us blessings from the Lord
We sin a lot
Wonder will He let me in?
And not constantly tryin to find a reason why
Because Im a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
Its P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or die?
Dont give a fuck motherfucker
Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin me whats ammunition
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow down, the guy that got mes fell down
And mami wants to help out
So bought the best computer
Yes, stress never more
Fresh out the foster home
If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist
Tell her bout how she had clothes designers
Can she come buy with me?
Come ride with me, provide me with a gun
Slide the weeded road, come get high with me
You dont come weed with me anymore
You dont need me anymore
Believe me bitch, shit Ive slept on the floor
Who been left before a black out
Tear up the stackhouse
Comin out detention or they always rat (Come on)
(Pick it up, ride through)
Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club
Smack the prettiest in a mini
Whittiest beefin with the mistress
Can see they just beatin up
Got even the little kids pickin up pennies and nickles
Cuz theyre fallin in love with his teddy book
Give them livin and pinning a minimum worth a penny
(Gotta be spendin)
We all earn our dollar till it is the sour element
What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin
Dippin and talking how its for money
And ending up going back
We made like forty one trips
Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what you niggas do to me, I do to you
And if Im who you came to see, then do what you gotta do
We can do it anywhere, right here, right there
And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare
Niggas dont creep, no sleep, feel the heat
They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money
No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips
Wars on my mind
Packin bullets from the mines, mutha fuckas
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