Lyrics:
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
[Chorus]
[Geechie Suede]
My huggy bear connect, connect
Me cautious, I enter
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump
Excuse me excuse me
I be the poetry man that was sent here by the WWBCC fanclub
You called the number 1 900 GET DA BOOT and you asked
lose that fight
Didn't you learn
Be happy you talk shit right
This monkey lost his crown
He's losing all his might
It's alright
A floor night
Sleeping in
the blow out his blowhole and go slow; there’s no need for speed when you want to succeed as much as you want to breathe
What a relief
I hope the feeling
Nigga please come outside
Nigga please come outside
Shot my brother in front of his girl friend
Shot my cousin fresh off bail
I'ma make sure your world
pack off- (woi, woi)
Just circled the whole of- man for his next stop (baow)
Let me see- on the-, back my shaver, I'ma cut that deadlock
Life taker, I
come to your flat
Beefing me, then watch how I storm in
Kick the whole door in
Ruin man's shirt, shoes and his flooring
Glide so hard, you think that
now sonny cheeba volume one
Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
Callin'
the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
Chorus
[Geechie Suede]
My huggy bear connect,
days later then he blow up my phone
Hatin' for all the wrong reasons, spent all his money on blow
prayed to the church and the steeple, I knocked
I'ma shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters blow it out of proportion
"Oh, now he's pullin' guns on his fans, just for tryna stand on his porch"
locksmith
Raised in the jungle, you would think I'm adopted
By some gorillas, monkeys or chimpanzees
Bare tings ah gwan as I creep through the backstreets
Aha, aha
Here comes Shorty
Freezing cold in the forward pocket
Shorty felt his moment might have arrived
He’d been shut down all day by a bigger man
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
to mind
Haha
I was never riding with you man
Suck a shit
Haha, bitch
Knew this guy from way back when, Toby Sigismondi
Thinks his slick, but the only scheme
Bow, bow
Rich shooter, uh, rich shooter
Yeah, damn (rich shooter)
Yeah, hundred round goon (blow blow)
Uh, bitch I'm heroin on the spoon
I'm
stops
Yo, go on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with
the underworld and man
Know the end is coming, heed this sign
By the morning star the four Horsemen ride
Revelation, the chosen saved
Earth be cleansed in a blaze
the Ends mane
I don't sneed a shilling
Don't want no Lames mane
Don't sneed to look at your Fame
Don't want the Dames
Need the Queens by my side
Pull up with
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