The Time (Too Much) - Woodie

I'm just too much for these niggas You feel what I'm saying Yeah Px life Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much Keep two tools tucked You niggas talk too much In your feelings too much I don't worry too much Hit my blunt too much I might just be too much The watch worth too much They say I flex too much I'm just too much And that might be the case (the case) Too much for the average humans intake (for real) Too much for a lame nigga to get with (get with) Too much for a simple bitch to fuck with (fuck with) I can ride out in a double R and sit in the back I can fly out in a private jet what you expect You know I'm going to bust down The damn watch icy clock Man I used to keep a stack in the bottom of my sock Real nigga, too much for these opps (yeah yeah) Wipe you off the block Set the scene real bloody like a horror flick (yeah yeah) Your bitch be begging for more of it (no cap) Can't be giving these hoes too much dick Yeah yeah El Chapo when I count this fucking guap hoe (guap hoe) Rose gold set wit the stones Bitches say muy guapo (very handsome) Too much don't get rushed, bull rushed We can blitz ya yeah yeah yeah we can blitz ya The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much The crib too much The chain too much The car too much My bitch too much They say I'm too much Keep two tools tucked You niggas talk too much In your feelings too much I don't worry too much Hit my blunt too much I might just be too much The watch worth too much They say I flex too much I'm just too much

At the back of a slingshot Hoping there's no rot in the wood Hoping the books I read were good Enough for their morals At the back of a school bus Knowing I'm late to get home Not used to bein' on my own Tryin' to be normal But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out At the end of a bad knot Hoping there's slack in the rope Hoping there's somewhere to go Through the fog at my feet Signing off on a letter As it replaces a wine Praying it's red, just one time And not lost at sea But I guess I'm going Or I'm dying And I'm finding out I've been looking at myself And I've been waiting for a reaction Nothing from the reflection It's just a kid in circular glasses Running, running from lightning Waiting for thunder under her dad's wing I would Just to be back there, I would do I would do something I've been staring at myself And I've been waiting for an infraction Something to make me feel better About being better than I once had been Running, running from lightning Waiting inside for something to happen Missing, and never risking Rain for the sake of staying in fashion

It's 1993, some things happened, You know, that just made me hard an' shit And I didn't like it when people tried to punk me And people started carrying guns Shit Well anyways In 94 Raymond he got shot Which just started a big ol' thing Then a whole bunch of stuff happened Enemies grab your strap cause Woodie's back With an S.K. chop up on your ass West twomp-norteno earn my stripes at a young age livin' fast Strapped and young with a lot to prove, Dared anyone to make a move Buckin' at them scraps on west boulevard-way back in '92 It's '99, been to hell and back, Blackbird is gone I dwell on that Thinkin' what could I've done to change the way shit went down, Wish I could bring him back This gangbangin' done took its toll, I drink old gold to keep control To appease my soul where the demon grows, God if you're true release its hold It won't let go so I keep on ridin', Slappin' the clip in the chop invitin' Enemies... to come get at me and say your last goodbyes Cause one of us dyin' I know when it's time for me to go I'm gonna die in a cloud of gun smoke Had dreams of my death since the age of fourteen, I'm surprised I ain't already done croaked Put negative thoughts in the back of my mind, Gotta find a way to make that cabbage I'm tired of seein' the homiez broke, Gotta plan to have us livin' lavish Rappin' about this life we've lead, Rappin' about this blood we shed And all the different ways homiez have bled, To keep each other one step ahead When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances Are most likely high Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly! When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday I struggle to keep my mind sane Pull an AK and I can't tell Heaven and hell keep playing mind games From trials and tribulations I've developed a knack for patience So I'm camouflaged and waitin' When it comes to retaliation Infiltratin' surveyin' your spot, Gotta plot so I don't get caught My click is hot, by the cops were sought, They'd love to empty out our knot Therefore engagin' in tactics the average soldier couldn't grasp But I'll leave it at that Cause I know detectives try decodin' my raps They tryin' to lock all of us up, They might have killed the babies and los They knew that snoop didn't kill nobody Yet sentenced him to the most No doubt the media's on their side, The media feeds the nation lies They just relay what the government say, They're puppets for the public's eyes This world's built up of gangs, Some are bigger some are smaller F.B.I, C.I.A, Norteno, Crip, Blood we all are... set trippin' But the A.T.F decides how many straps we get, The D.E.A decides just how much coke and heroin's smuggled in And so on, it goes on from the top to the bottom And we're at the bottom Livin' up in these streets So f*ck you pigs when you ask me why I shot 'em When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances Are most likely high Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly! When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday I struggle to keep my mind sane Pull an AK and I can't tell Heaven and hell keep playing mind games I'd love to have a family, Beautiful wife that understands me Many sons and a daughter But I'd be a father on the brink of sanity Would it be fair? If one day daddy disappeared Whether I lost my mind or I lost my life Left with one mother to care Would they end up like me? It's definitely a possibility Just one of a thousand questions Eatin' me up inside it's killin' me But if an unplanned child comes, I'm stickin' by my loaded guns I'll protect my little homie and have an army of sons F*ck it! I'll teach 'em everything that I know, Make sure they grow to become hogs How to plot attacks and cover their tracks, Loyalty above all laws I gotta keep dreamin' to keep them demons out my head So I don't snap I might peel my wig back or your wig back, I ain't dealin' with a full stack Brain unstable but I remain able To keep them shady thoughts cradled Takin' it day by day And when the sunsets hope the night ain't fatal Look in the sky, pick a star, That's blackbird tonight I'm choppin' it up with my big homie He might be gone but he's still in my life Impossible to separate us we're one of the same spirit His flesh is gone but his soul lives on And when he speaks to me I hear it The only difference is I'm walkin' the earth Still caught up in drama Until my numbers called game over No more need for the bulletproof armor When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel What if you're slippin' without your strap the chances Are most likely high Come show up in these streets now they see bullets fly! When enemies approach Should I run or should I kill F*ck runnin' I'm gunnin' producin' murders with my steel I'm trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday I struggle to keep my mind sane Pull an AK and I can't tell Heaven and hell keep playing mind games Whenever you wanna talk to me, I'll be listening don't worry Hear that home boys, He's still with us Whenever you wanna talk to me, I'll be listening don't worry Just not in the flesh Woodie watching over all of us Whenever you wanna talk to me, I'll be listening don't worry I'll see you in a minute Los I love ya Whenever you wanna talk to me, Whenever you wanna talk to me, Whenever you wanna talk to me, I'll be listening don't worry Yeah and I love all my family All my homies Ya know I never turn my back on any of ya How could I Look what snoop did Loyalty above all laws!