Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

You've got to be there to know it What everybody wanna see It's the place to be (To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A. It's the place to be (Let my angel sing) To live and die in L.A. What everybody wanna see yeah “Street Science, you’re on the

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

Breaking the law, breaking the law There I was completely wasted, out of work and down All inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die So I might as well begin to put some action in my life So much

So let it be written So let it be done I'm sent here by the chosen one To kill the first born pharaoh son I'm creeping death Die by my hand (die) I creep across the land (die) Killing first born man (die)

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

I can pick up some wine I can pick you up in my pick-up truck And we can pick up right where we left off Ain't that what we both want Pick up the pieces girl It ain't that broke Pick up the past and just let it go Put down that over me Never wanna see me

You got a lot of lovers with star-crossed wrists They keep a candle burning on the corner you kissed. One day I might die, until then there's too much to do But I'll keep a bonfire for you. Let the other lovers talk about who carries the torch Let them

Hey hey hey, I'll be coming home to you You're the burning fire that my heart is beating to You're like red, white, blue, I'd do it all for you I'd fight a war and win it; you make me bulletproof I'll be your soldier Love, it's time to leave, I'm gone,

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty