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Dammit, can't we all Just get along? We'll see There simply ain't no Fronting allowed. Yo, I'm out Like the Cosby show Peace to the Funky Child.
Marshall Bill Don't think someone this slick comes from Sutton or Van Wyck? You can suck mine, my dog, my brother, and all my man dick! I can't flow no
I get down Get up, I get down We are all here for a reason on a particular path You don't need a curriculum to know that you're apart of the math
Ya best upthreat 'cause it gets better yet I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA) What
slurge around no hoe, no I don't shine in front no bitch, Cos after she get off my dick I be like find the front door bitch, I don't know why the fuck
is quite near I hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in
to the President Shit is still fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better And it ain't gon' get better Dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
letter, to the President Shit is still fucked up y'all And y'all wonder when it's gon' get better And it ain't gon' get better Dear Mr. President, tell me
stabbin like a whip Or better an aligator temper going up and down like a Like a fucking elevator bitch I want it know Don't give me no delay's My hustlin
that gat wasn't all up in yo face Reminisce of yo folks, yo bitch, yo kids, yo fate Replace, take it down to the soul, get deep Think of moms at your
there ain't no tomorrow Blazing all these mics like show-time at Apollo Thinking 'bout my life full circle and the sorrow Gotta get the C.R.E.A.M
tranquility Try'na stay single cause the stress, it was killin' me Try'na find that hunger and focus that vocal villainry And all I do is just hope that you