LSR...

I'm still high as I ride in my 7 duece coupe
deville, yall soldiers know my truth be ill. Now
with these visions and these bad thoughts runnin
through my mind, (can't) stop the clock, see I'm
runnin out of time. And as I, tell myself, I'm a
changed man, dressed in black out to jack me a
game plan. Situation critical, it's called creepy
physical, Hella cold, I'm a BO put off in hella
old. Plus it's hard to focus, when you crooked and
hopeless, I ain't home, but my mama don't notice.
Nationwide with thugs, locc'd out it's just us,
with the feds and the police out to bust us.
(That's right) The most prominent, see we stay
dominate, and stay wicked, and plus we keep it
explicit, Abducted by the streets see it's hard to
manage, end up on my block saying we the savage.

Chorus 1
So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck
yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH
WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So
you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo
punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few
stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do
now...

I hear you rappin bout the streets, talkin bout
pushin deal, when most of yall never seen a triple
beam scale, runnin from weed smell, runnin from
dank smoke, then you get on the mic, talkin bout
you been chokin? Ya lame as mark, buy some heart
with yo chump change, don't make me start, cold
hearted droppin punk names, you run thangs? maybe,
in yo back yard, you act hard round here you gonna
get smacked hard. Baby bash cross game, that's a
negative, with savage dreams on my mind so
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/rworepetative, let it live, let it go, playa do or
die, cuz fools on my side will tell the other fool
to ride, down to do what I gotta do, to satisfy
the man in me, I pull illicit things, my family
ain't understandin me, so while I have kids beatin
up on the door, I'm gonna crack up and smoke with
a corona.

Chorus 2
So you got a platinum grill OH WOW, what the f*ck
yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you got a record
deal OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do
now... So you pack a few gats OH WOW, what the
f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... You fell in love
with yo bitch OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$
finna do now...

The day I wake up, blaze up, lace my J's up, try
to make a couple stacks fo' the days up, Hustle
hard ni**a, that's how I live, only fuckin with
fans, my ni**as and relatives, And I dress fly,
all clean and keep a fat knot, for supplying all
the beats to the have-nots, HP you ain't knowin I
run this, so stop braggin, won't kill what you
don't bitch. Or watch your grill hoe, I'll have
you iced out, you beat grills with your mutha
f*ckin lights out, lame ni**a, we ain't worried
about yo salary, get off them pills and come back
to reality...

Chorus 1
So you made a little money OH WOW, what the f*ck
yo punk a$$ finna do now... So you roll on 24's OH
WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do now... So
you pimped a few ho's OH WOW, what the f*ck yo
punk a$$ finna do now... So you earned a few
stripes OH WOW, what the f*ck yo punk a$$ finna do
now...