Lyrics:
And niggaz throw your TS's up (beat Novacane)
Go figure it, Joe Crack runnin' New York
Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did
Yeah, they came while I
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
88 and beyond
88 and beyond, 88 and beyond, 88 and beyond
Hack the thing at every angle, 'til we roll with angels
I'm crooked on your book
to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Yo, These are the do's and these are the don'ts
I'll give it to ya real nigga, take it how ya want
Live life by
ts prescription I keep da Glock up on my side 30 rounds that clip extended play w/ us ts get wicked dirty white rocks stuff in my bridges I got black
intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight
luxury, rockin' this Tom Ford
Mama lil' neck throw the Hardaway (Penny)
I went bought a Audemaur today (plain) (Envy)
I was sellin' cocaina, I was in
of the shot know hit sumn major
All white Ts now it look like a strainer
Trust no one but my plug he a stranger
Chosen one I was born in a manger
Been a rude
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
appeared again
Up ahead by the edge of the road
They were loading a coffin in
Or taking one out, I don’t know
Highway 88
Hard to explain what happens out
starts, and by 65 it's done
Now that's 242 years of endless bloodshed and tears
That's 88,330 days my people were beaten instead of paid
And it's a shame,
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
88 million
Put my team on
Grind hard tunnel vision no detours
88 million nigga we on
88 million nigga we gone
They don't even come close
The one in
dick hard
Cold
Hard cash fuck my life up
Got me a new promotion by stabbing peoples shoulders
I can't be at the bottom sorting my bosses folders
So I
With a birds eye view
This shit is in plain sight
But its up to us
We can't blame nobody else
Clutch Swish, AYE
Won't live by a standard just handed
She poppin' that pussy like Molly
Bad white ho kinda look like Miley
I think that she off of the Molly I think that she off of the s**ts
Ridin'
the schemes
The science or strategy
Just giant N-U Ts brings triumph and belief
I'm a lion or a dean, inspired by the green
Never tired or fatigued
Never
Niggas rockin’ designer and foreign
Want my money enormous
I’ll rather rock white ts and jordans
More than likely I got it i’m scorin’
Turn the song up so
[Cinderella]
It's possible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage
I'ts possible, for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in
Limits of my sight
Obliterate my reason
Entangled in its essence
Exposed to the unknown
I can only trust
This white spaceship
Knows exactly where to land
yeah)
You can tell I'm 'bout my paper by my conversation (yeah, guap)
Gotta be a dime, I can't fuck with basics (dime, gotta)
Like 'em plain Jane like
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me
I came to him with
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