Styles will change. They say change is dang-erous. As a King standing on the terrace while his partner pointing up at the riflemen. Coward shooter, never know when your life will end. Then live like there ain’t no ‘morrow and if one come then this the motto. Now I put message in bottle.
Return of the gangsta thanks ta’
Them niggas that get the wrong impression of expression
Then the question is Big Boi what’s up with Andre?
Is he in a cult? Is he on drugs? Is he gay?
When y’all gon’ break up? When y’all gon’ wake up?
Nigga I’m feelin’ better than ever what’s wrong with you
You get down!
“We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers and only prayer is the tightest game that you can have. The devil’s takin’ a swing, that might explain the broken glass but my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside.
With such a devilish grin, like “where the hell have you been” She yelling that selling’s a sin, well so is telling young men that selling is a sin, if you don’t offer new ways to win..
3-5-7 to your forehead
There’ll be mo’ dead cause I’m a pro, kid
But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me
My nine be doing fine until these n wants to clear me off my street
But in my hood hood, they hollering ghetto
Don’t got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain’t shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew
On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them n* dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Tripping with that drama, my Beretta’s right beside me
One is in the air and one is the chamber
Y’all ask me what the fuck I’m doing, I’m releasing anger
Quick to dodge danger, I’m taking it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way
You can sway with Andre, I’ll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch
Just let you know, yeah
I came into this world high as a bird, from second hand cocaine powder. I know it sounds absurd. I never tooted it, but its in my veins.
True, I’ve got more fans than the average man, but not enough loot to last me to the end of the week. I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check If you don’t move your feet then I don’t eat, so we like neck-to-neck.
Shorty, you killing ‘em hard with them lady pants / Simple elegance / Looking better when you dance / Chest to the sun / With your thoroughbred stance / You gallop to the rhythms / Of a native drum chant / Your granny must be Navajo / Your mama do rodeo / Your papa do the Savile Row / I bite you / Ain’t no antidotes / The red blouse do arouse / I come at you like a matador / Does attract horny bulls / All the girls are waiting to see which one he pulls / Eenie meenie miney meenie prenuptial / Enforcer in the Porsche / In case fools wanna duel
And here I am / All heavy with the words / Where somebody that’s a nerd / Likely fast forward / But shit, they asked for it / It’s hard to throw up them deuces / ‘Cause when you know it’s juicy / You start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses / Chase the Cabooses until the track gone / I gotta find me a new locomotive / Stop making sad songs
What it ain’t / What it is / Even if you gotta live / I learned that apartments are way more exciting / Than a big ass house on a hill / I used to be a way better writer and a rapper / When I used to want a black Karmann Ghia / Now a nigga speeding in a Porsche / Feeling like I’m going off a course / Cut these fuck-niggas off / Negatives in my life / Scream that ’til I’m hoarse / Duck these / Get the fuck off me / Projectiles / Bitch, you ain’t really got a choice / I’m living my life / Live yours