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Ya boy Sour D hard hitting since 05' Still better than stolen cereal and knife
In the greek projects for a living strait chilling
C*ck suckers in the rap game, yeah ya top billin'
Influenced by beats, streets, and hashish What I was raised on, trust and belief
Keep it familia if ya ain't familiar One Mother, One Love but the primo's are a
million Flow like a bullet, sting like a taser
The saying of your life cuz of ya deadly behavior I'm exaviored in flavor, crazed by major
Key to my hood; my own layers mayor Playa hater, hate to be my neighboor
'cause the colors we be rockin' arent the same, uh
Better get life insurance, else your f*cked Stuck with us, guess you ran out of luck,
f*ck
Sour Ds the name, life is the game If you lose yours, I ain't the one to blame
Looking for a way to crawl through the pain Times have changed but I've stayed the same
Slay in the rain 'til the weather gets better One man vendetta, ak's beretas
Only got two choices; now or never And the past is sealed, FORever
Yo here we go on the low gotta grab us some O's
Drop it on the flo' if the 5 0 show Wrist is froze, gliserin cold
And it ain't no diamonds, just cufs made of gold
As the stories unfold I'ma learn some mo' Regret nothing that only switch the flow
Work hard get the money, stay to it get plenty It's funny how a *** spend a G on a honey
Only if that honey stay buzzin' like a bumble bee
but I could give a f*ck hang a b*tch by a tree
Even tho I ain't a ona even become violent I'll get ill grimy if you run out of alignment
Do the next assignment, I'm stressed and blinded by these half-assed cats and they whack ***
raps Actin' all that, you put the 'rap' in "crap"
Oh snap, take it back
Sour Ds the name, life is the game If you lose yours, I ain't the one to blame
Looking for a way to crawl through the pain Times have changed but I've stayed the same
Slay in the rain 'til the weather gets better One man vendetta, ak's beretas
Only got two choices; now or never And the past is sealed, FORever
3rd world man in a new world democracy Mediterranean soldier filling out his prophecies
Got to be rockin' these Good-Wood diamond pieces
No promo just know that I'm copin yee Ain't one stopin this Emcee and his philosophies
No reason to hate if i ever start to copin' G's
Mockeries, melt ya brain down with this mercery Hurtin' he, murk n' flee, borrowing his purple
trees, purpously, tell me why you gotta have a dirty
leash? Probably 'cause his dime piece left 'em for
a couple keys 3 for the hills, the bills and a Jeep
'Cause she pregnant mother f*cker she ain't tryna get the Bentley dreams
Serious it seems, she was tipsy of that lean Her face hit the screen, thinking how to flee
Couldn't do a thing, as she started to scream Ingested the cream, life's a f*cked up scene
[Slowed down] Sour Ds the name, life is the game
If you lose yours, I ain't the one to blame Looking for a way to crawl through the pain
Times have changed but I've stayed the same Slay in the rain 'til the weather gets better
One man vendetta, ak's beretas Only got two choices; now or never
And the past is sealed, FORever