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you through imminent pain, and I don't give a fuck
Spittin' only rhythm and flame, and I don't get enough credit
Let it into my veins so I can feel
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
doggy style so much I need to go to the vet
Hotbox? More like a scorching pussy
Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie
Yo' banana in my mouth watch my
says to me, If I could publish a cookbook, you can write a Christmas song. I can't wait to hear it.
She was so sure of it. And I was taken aback by her
writers just like us
Emcees don't cypher as much
That's why we need a readers and writers club so sign up
Look Give me something to write so I can write
nobody listen to the lyricism no more
You play too much Jay-Z, and watch the kids get bored
You need a dance track to get em all hooked at first.
So when
give me a reason
To mow you down
Like tall grass
Better fall back
I ain't all cap
So you better go
Bring in the blinky to mop
I'm like a soda
On to the next move on to the next step
See you made a bad move something that you'll regret
Got lot on my mind more then cashin' checks
Even in debt I still pay
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
she no gree
Make I chop her working
No be say I no fit
She no just wan trust me
Got a lot to give
So much special loving
Like a foreign deal
‘‘Twas
And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, n****
[Chorus]
(I ain't f***in' wit' you)
I can't rock with you no more
(You and your bulls***)
on and you will make it through
No matter what's going on I ask you to hold on
You've got so much more to do
You are broken trust me you will make it
Just get
And exert much self-discipline
To firm up, steady yourself
And take advantage of your great potential
In other words, the more weight you acquire
The higher
I had a dream I was on a long journey hope not the wrong path.
Feeling blown away by superman's strong breath.
I can feel the wind so cold it gave me
master by the Shah
He's asking me to rock
So now I'm giving him the spot
Style be the lyrics I be kicking
Intelligence be ticking
So what's symbolic
lay in the bitter smell,
Burning was on you like a disease
In our kinder of passing our stay,
Death is a blind curb.
The sky came crashing
and I'ma run it
Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rolling spreads
You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
of my pet peeves
The more beef the better; sound gay
But you all wanna sleep together, ok
In the club we gon' sneak berrettas
Why not? We got so much
check
To back up, I slap up, r-r-rut put you're boo deck
Yep, so what the heck, you gives rhymes like a cheque
Because the a is for apple, the j is for
motherfucking dick
So go ahead and cry me a river you stupid whiny prick
I wanna go play
Wasting my day
I wanna feel the burning passion when people hate
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said.
His muscles they were numbered
is a warning...
You're surrounded by bombs planned by The Terrorists
And take notes: we never miss
Let my people go, god damn it, let them go
Before I
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