Lyrics:
momma I keep all the receipts
Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news
get 'em slick like Rick
Makin' all you playa hata's sick
Ballin', actin', rappin', stackin' chips
Got a personal vendetta
For those who oppose my dogs
Yeah, Yeah Now
Alright
Ooh, Ooh
It's Black, It's White
It's Tough For You
To Get By
It's Black , It's White, Whoo
Ooh, Ooh
It's Black, It's White
It's
with the chaser, got my Mind faded, Im jaded
Without the Smith & Wesson, a Word Smith who hasn't , learned His lessons
My only fan is subscribe, all you
my dues and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah yeah
Public Enemy and N.W.A
Is
Lock Smith the way the brother pick locks
A milli a milli nah fuck it I want a dozen
I mean honestly who doesn't we not in this game for nothing
Better
more daddy's little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You could be aborting the next Michael Jordan
Your man don't
up
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Catch me Moonwalk thru the trap
This aint a stick this a bat
This aint the trap for the rats
You fuck around an get clap
of the most popular choppers and my name's known
Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there
We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home
My-my-my
down like gravity
Actually I pick my friends like the fruit from the apple tree
For what I love I’ll fight you, I am my own idol
Wrote this recital
The realest ever that’s what i’m rooting for
Yo hand shaking what you shooting for
No eggs n bacon at the trap spot, open all night like the drive thru
No
don't give off good impressions
Mr. Smith walk around with all Wessons
Think it's fight night like it's Tekken
Get the fuck out of my section
If you got
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
you Hxnning
For spesielt interresserte kan æ by på no godt
Du kan få fri, du glemmer tid og du kan aldri få nok
Dobbel W TRE Dobbel W TRE Dobbel W TRE
Michael Myers human turned straight menace
Dennis smith balling up in Dallas But still do it for the Ville and shit
Finished college not brain washed
See
carrying 2 million tons of coal
I'm about to see school buses going by
Fuck Rod
These texts are brought to you by the letters Fuck Rod
I bet Rod has kids
to believe it just 'cause
Oh, I guess that's kinda what you were going for
Blarg
The Prophet Joseph Smith died for what he believed in
But his followers,
And rollercoaster
I'm pushing for something
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
(What?)
You heard em, (You did), he said that in his words that I writ for him (Huh?)
Literally bitch I wrote written in acronym's (Damn)
Thought I was
M.M.C
7Starz
Money Gang Dee
Tony
Way
Millerz
What??
Hello
Two niggas in the front
Two Bitches in the back
W'sup now
W'sup now
Two niggas in
People call me the boogeyman
People say that i'm not real
What they seem to forget is
I'm michael myers
You can run but you can't hide
You can never
(John W. Wiggins/Anthony Smith/Michael Garvin)
The season for the rodeo is over
And he's usually back home this time of year
But I haven't heard
ostatniej deski
Demonologia to ci lepsi styl i prestiż
U la la la w góre wódka
Dzisiaj balujemy tak jak by nie miało być jutra
U la la la spłonie klub
You never thought that I'd be runner up
You a wonder twin nigga I'm a one of one
Michael jordan couldn't guard me one on one
Chillen with your
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