Lyrics:
like you ran me out my shoes
Catch a fuck nigga put his face on the news
Ride through the city and we sliding in a scat
Catch him by mat leave his ass
gettin' money, tell 'em, "walk in, buy it"
Only overthinking when she get to crying
Don't investigate until you walking by
Pinpoint, pressure point, pass
at all
Everyone in town had that "I'm so sorry" look
They talked in a whispered hush, said
"I'd turn the machines off"
But still she sat by his side
instead of violence
I choose forgiveness
Cause all the shit I went through
Could've really made me vicious
These frail ass dudes
Couldn't stand in a pair
him to see that gauge
Murder, nigga
Doctor King outside that room
Who knew that he would die that soon?
That's murder, nigga
JFK sittin' in that
town that these niggas going broke again
I'm buying all chains and watches ppp made his ass
Ain't never seen a nigga who could fuck with me guess I'm ray
doctors that the cancer had returned.
Two weeks I was given but we had had enough. We were
Ready to hand all to God. No more treatment I annouced
and take it all in! Come on, now....
[Repeat Chorus]
Dr. Sigmund Freud, who found a void, would experiment, experiment
Dr. Kinsey, with you and me, would
True, dreams, dreams, all of my
True, dr dr dreams, you make
True, dreams, dreams
You make all of my dreams come true
You make, you you, you you,
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
Gates get the business cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face
But itchin' to get me wacked
Name in his mouth bad when he
Kick it wit' other camps
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
Across the bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in
Playin' with the bats
Little Gun's downtown in
Front of Woolworth's
Tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for the bus
Mama,
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
I'm blessed covered by the blood no stress ain't no giving up standing tall ain't no fear in us Favor Favor Favor all on us Favor
Let the Favor
extending my
Hand that boy's a rat
And I don't party in them
Clubs where informants at
Cause they watching, and the listening
And they plotting with they
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
You're ready to tackle any task that is at hand
How does it feel? Is it fantastic? Is it grand?
Well, look at all the massive masses in the stands
chuckle yea
I don't believe in luck but y'all do
So the word for that I guess is tough luck
Yea if the chopper spray from out their hand ima duck
Ima pick
baby, playin' with the bats
Little gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for
baby, playin' with the bats
Little gun's downtown in front of Woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner, waitin' for
Captain Faded Red
Dressed in his best two-piece suit
A 2180 puppeteer
A doctor's bag in his hand
He took to the stage
And he mesmerized the crowd
nuts hang all out, boy
They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gon dress tighter
He dress white so we gon dress whiter
So in spite 'r anything you might?ve
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