Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got meĪnd my style is a little too savage to not beīe looked upon as one of the illest to MC You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie Through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs ![]() In the Ferrari hard top watchin “Hard Rain” On these niggaz cause it’s murder for lifeĭrugs, bitches, and money be my only viceīut I’m livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of themĪ storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start It’s unheard of, now it’s gonna reign down murder Like, when it’s hittin a little harder than drizzleĪnd pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and Like a windshield, leave yo’ mind on the windshieldĪnd have yo’ whip doin windmills, that’s what rain feels On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I’ll blow ya ![]() That’s, my, life – and it’ll never be the sameĭon’t get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over ![]() If you can’t it’s alright, cause I’ma live my life anywayįold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9
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