base Same mistakes with greater stakes, saddened by the lives we livin A grown ass man gotta make the wise decisions [Crayon:] Catch post-traumatic syndrome From semi automatic
way I see it, mmm, sexual In the gunfight, two on three, you on me Dawg, I got shit to make the world shake One mistake, BLAOW, start a earthquake Fuck
And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Hook - repeat 2X] [Verse 2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake
you can sing, see it ain't no thing Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all Cause every
L.P. in 94 Now it's me the bold coppin toys for dolo at ease he'd rather die at his feet than live on his knees Don't mistake the forest for trees Off
envy, acting like they met me So let me, set the motherfucker straight, trying to player hate But you could never take the shit that I make You ain't
second next Treat ya face like +The Name of Love+ while I'm +Steppin+ Tour bus with a buch of automatic weapons "Hottest in the Hood" remix and I'm reppin
goin platinum doin this bullshit I do the same shit, and make a big hit Cause if you don't like my lyrical flow I gotta make dough, don'tcha know, ya
like, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck 'em Chorus: From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance
t gon make it this time They telling me, that S.L.A.B. don't hustle and grind We back again, to prove you niggaz wrong this time Mistakes have been made
hard as a asthmatic Attitudes unpredictable, behaviour is boratic Could snap at any time, and right now I ain't had it, bitch [Voice-Over] Make no mistake
on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make
I'ma get a Grammy If I gotta run up in the ceremony with a gat and a gun Understand me, I make your balls split I make your dome shiver Split your throat
You muthafuckas better mob up [Repeat] [Liffy Stokes] It's a static, it's automatic, so grab the automatics And pumps and pull the triggers and make
'm somebody that you should know Get to shakin' somethin' 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for Yes I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses
up cause they're not blind While I live the thin line, between love and hate How many gon' survive Armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes
me some space When I let the wind blow in my face *** don't quit 'till I finish the race Number one in the place, betta make no mistake And if you don
'm not a loud one but if I feel blows I'm a loud one and I spray like a mac fast repeatin an black automatic an that ill make your body movement erratic