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thoughts I didn't wanna suicide as the result So the night at my Fort Collins show before I hit the stage I left through the back for a walk and no one
the first album even the gals were like "tight lyrics, dreamy eyes" But my f***ing mouth was nightmare-ish And from the start of it you felt like you were
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across Not
survive Brothers need to unify to keep the game alive Rappers be coming out with one album then they gone So with cats like Raekwon, support em so they
a gritty fiend for, Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh, New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper, Decimal doctor, multiply to get
disco inferno I told y'all that I was coming back I told y'all I ain't going out like that I told y'all I was the greatest to ever rap And I built
and I`ll walk on your back like Mr. Benny When my shit drop, all this wack shit`ll stop Till Janet stops, rockin` Planet Rock Keepin` it real hot I
speakin' on, oh word? You ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a f***ing read-along Ain't a f***ing
And come back next year with the whole f***ing game Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is.. what you thought it wasn't It beez..
Whoah! A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em And like, back and forth because ah This is... what you thought it wasn't It beez...
and ditch it Kitchen whipping and flip it raw Get it all off the kitchen floor My bad is my bad, the baddest ask me What I'm b****ing for What I'm
in a cab I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab A killer instinct runs in the blood Emptying
But what it bring, nuttin but pain and one in your fuckin brain Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin I'm still violent I've been
nuttin' but pain And one in your fuckin' brain Ain't nuttin' changed since the album I'm still whylin' I'm still violent I've been waitin' for this moment
watch face crystal clear The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair Head tilted back baby no more tears You mumblin' and shit duke my
a f***ing loser, He didn't even go to class, Bueller, Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back, Remember she had that bad hip like a fanny pack,
right back on it Reminding me all over again how you f***ing just brushed me off And left me so burned, spent a lot of time trying to soul search Maybe I
She toss a brick through The window of your Jeep They back together By the end of the week That's so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much Invite
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?