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I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi I used to walk a thin line, now I'm walking jet high I used to fuck and get tired, now I fuck her ten times She used to make my dick rise, now she make me ribeyes She used to make me six-nine, now she make her friend try She used to make me love her, now she made me realize It's money over bitches 'till the day I dizz-ie Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago, if he dies, he dies Find out where you reside and find out where he hide Run up in that bitch like, "Hey," pop-pop-pop, peace sign Percocet, promethazyne, you can call me P-Rock Taking shots at my team, you must be getting senile You goin' at my slimes then you're going at me, slime Your blood all over the sink, it look like red cheap wine I'm smoking on a key lime, you look like tee time Look like honey to my beehive, I close your sweet eyes Shoot ya in ya head give ya ass three eyes And ya still ain't seen a fucking thing until ya C5 I remember you, I was never into you I tell my shooters, shoot you and whoever resemble you And every member who had been a friend of you or kin to you They in it too, and bitches too, they mention you, they dead Run up in a nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth SongtexteSafe code now nigga, cough it up or spit it out Oh my god I'm flipping out, flipping out then dipping out I tried to turn the fuckin page, oh my god, I ripped it out I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the B-side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to know you niggas, I don't know you niggas I just ignore you niggas, I don't bro you niggas With my bros, smoke them niggas, like we dro you niggas Kill your hoe too nigga and your go-to niggas I've been riding 'round the city with the safety off Glock nine and it's pretty like a baby doll You niggas bitches and it's pissing all the ladies off My finger sitting on the trigger like a La-Z-Boy There was beef, I'm in the kitchen with the apron on Put his words on the plate, that nigga ate 'em all And I ain't wit' the talking, but damn now he talking Nigga spilled the beans, damn now it's coffee Looking for your pussy ass like I got a warrant I throw on the ski mask, that's a private party Willies jumping off your ass like they shock absorbing Rock your bells, LL, nigga locked and loaded I used to smoke to get high now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? I used to smoke to get high, now I smoke to get vibes I used to tote the semis, I still tote the semi Keep it on the East Side, keep it on the beast side I feel like Ivan Drago lil bitch, and if he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies If he dies, he dies Yeah, run up in that nigga house, pistol in that nigga mouth But he be talking out his ass, what is all that shit about? Young Mulah baby And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5 I still don't know today Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun So I never really found out about what... You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting Aus Songtexte Mania