Lyrics:
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[Toll Booth Willie:] "The state charges a dollar twenty-five, pop."
[M2:] "That's fine. Now should I give you the money,
or should I shove
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
this acquirin' taste
Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light
In the fixture or in the background
Cut all the hatin' in
streams,oh holy oh Lord,
Willie,some of that after life spell my nigger,my subcounscious is still in denial,we are always together in my nightdreams,sometimes
my money is spent
And still haven't paid the rent
I need a raise, but now I need a place to stay
I need a bank account that I can count on
With
name, handsome knight?
GALAHAD: Sir Galahad... the Chaste.
ZOOT: Mine is Zoot... just Zoot. Oh, but come!
GALAHAD: Look, please! In God's name, show
Through these tinted Fendi frames, I walk by faith
Five star dinner, just said grace, Ferrari champagne
This ain't Ace, run up the bank, run up
Willie got there first
Put heartache and heartbreak into a verse
Like an alchemist turning his sorrow to gold
Lyrics like mapsfor a soul
Eloquent truth in
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
never run, the outcome
Is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be
Or where you're from, West or East Coast, squeeze toast
Leave most in the blood
me
Now where's my God damn trophy
(Award host)
"And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and...hey what the?"
(Willie D)
"GET the fuck outta the way
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
Wee Willie John McFadden was
A loyal Orange Prod
Who thought that Ian Paisley was just
One step down from God
He thought they ate the children
In
Night's still young, champagne bottles out
We living life so good
Everybody got that
Bank
Bank
Bank
Bank
Bank
Bank
Bank
Bank (Yeah yeah)
We got dem
in your shell about a dozen
You never see bank like Frank White
Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate
You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo'
kind in my confidence
I reside on dope lines of rhymes
But inside I feel steep"
Still, I walk by the valley of the shadow of death and God is still by my
"This rule is so underrated.."
"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin"
"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.."
"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap
of Texas
Be thankful there's still a difference in the sexs
In the Lone Star State, you find it all and then some
And God looks like Willie Nelson.
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
stop?)
Yeah, free all the homies that's still in the cage (free the homies)
Over-sentenced by crooked judges and racist D.A.'s
Racism in the system is
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days
and even when you do
You still could get fucked
That's just what it is, but you knew that
Now you thinking when your mom said
"Don't do that"
You sittin' in
the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa of the Year grammy goes
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