Lyrics:
more fun not being skied by Neem
Handling with Joe and Haak is really blast
They catch all of my throws, even a shitty push pass
Learning the sets took
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan,
like you
I mean, ayyo I focus on my pass a lot
But relationships like Twista, gotta hold ya spot
I mean, and you know that my time is skimpy
If I'm
ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crew
Pardon me, I move retardedly
This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me
I'm always shopping,
hits me, I'm a fool
Left my cash in the pocket of my other jeans
Why today? Is this for real?
How come this happens to me?
What did I do?
It's not fair,
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and
you see this serious look on my face
This music is a taste given you a little snip
'Cause the whole wide world ain't heard shit
So let me be quick
Ronnie
Two shotties from '94
Body you down with the same
Frown that I had before
I ain't at war with Satan
It seems this is my destiny on my shoulder
These
you, health is wealth so you
Health is wealth so you better pace yourself
It was the start of 2017, my whole room was a mess
I wasn't where I wanted
hurting
This is not a show but good at hiding my pain like a curtain
Got them shooters pull up on yo' block with problems like curb service
Stop and get
of this shit!
I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit!
My brother, homie!
Is that what I think that is?
I know that's not what I think that
getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact
I want to take her home, the reefer got me in the zone
Intentions to bone, we all alone, by ourself
Stray bullet flesh wounds
So I gotta change my aim for Cassidy
I sit calm (sitcom) so I can puncture flesh
Not just graze (Grey's) Anatomy
If this was
and days for my street
Church many pass school
Different names church
What kinda of life is this.
Pastor dey sex member wife
Sex female choir
Is this church
my derrty Murphy
why'all niggas betta obey, 'cause you can get it.. (Okay)
[Hook 4: Nelly]
This goes out to my Dirty South crew
Now hold ya S up
the pace but
Base 2 base
Place 2 place
I know this Life’s a bitch &
we can’t Change the pace
(Verse)
This part is for all my Black kings
And Proud
I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling
to alot of funerals but not enough weddings Deja Vu Armageddon Too much beef not enough spaghetti Pastor troy Is you ready Take my time Just keep it steady Yes
to swift, can’t match the pace
When I stand by my God I know I, I know I can win the race
I'd try this right away
In my dreams I try to fly away
Into hyper
from this one
But the question is
Not so much whether disarmament
Is desirable or
Even whether it can be achieved, but whether
- if we were able
the losers, this is for canadians,
this is for my sister, this is for paladians.
some people say that just because he was
born in '72 and likes to listen
For practice
Take it all in
This Gin's a factor
Juice for my sin
Now I'm like a pastor
Do my own service
Slick and subliminal
I Thought I'll let you
Sorry mum don't blame me I ga no choice to fight back the devil by my self don't worry I ga backup
FUCK This World with the fucking people in it
I'm not
Imagine what he knows
He's far from random, rather methodical, a phantom
And at this point is extremely efficient at deceiving humanity, not to mention
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