Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
beat the
GOAT with gossip raps
If you ain't got the facts
Why you spreadin' the rumor? You
Could get shot for that shot'll clap
The fifth on me like I
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm
tint (Lexington)
You get your shit splattered now they
All gon' be mad at son
When they see this fif after
Like Malcolm you'll get X'd
When I spray Tec's
connected the dots
When you live by your gun you'll definitely get shot
Even though I know riding with one's necessary a lot
It's time to build apply my rhyme
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
these be the charms
Sheba, King Tut suite at the Khalifa
Tied to a chair getting burned by cohibas
A well dressed thug who run clubs in the Koreas
hold on if the truth be known
truth is more than "to each his own"
if the truth be known
there'll be more to answer for
everybody gets a shot
it'll cost
We call all the shots
Don't nobody make a move
We call all the shots
Everybody get in tune
We call all the shots
This is late breaking news
We call
by any name
A known criminal is sentenced to death
Now the legal system controls his last breath
He tries to fight execution with petitions and pleas
by any name
A known criminal is sentenced to death
Now the legal system controls his last breath
He tries to fight execution with petitions and pleas
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
Yeah I just laid down and I wanna get some rest
But I'm being suffocated by this pressure on my chest
I'm sweating beads so I just get back up
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
life? I like to gamble
It's double or nothing
You'll be out of luck when maggin' 'em
Get up and start dumpin'
That's the kinda shit I'm known for
Royal
niggas hoes, you niggas hoes
And I ain't even trippin
'Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas
Mikey bring that mink with your
nonstop
Cop cars on the way with the bomb squad
Now let it be known
We're trying to get ahead before we get a headstone
But a rich man still face death
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
(go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better lose yourself in the music,
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