Lyrics:
know that cool niggaro, riding on a metro
With the Cold 4-0, I really don't like to promote guns
But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun
My other one
You think I wouldn't have him
Unless I could have him by the balls
You think I just dish it out
You don't think I take it at all
You think I am
first
Rewire his brain
The real puppet master
Inside of the game
The realest of rappers
No ice on my chain
You feel the wrath
When I'm writin yuh name
vagabond don in your city with nothing to lose
So gimme the loot gimme the loot!
So what's cash money
I'm paid pal e-checks and internet money
New school
dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last
All them government men are just tryin'
To make me poorer - that ain't fair
I got to testify, ain't no surrender
My time will be here by and by
me be by myself in the evening breeze
Listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you, please
Don't fence me in
Just
back
Touched by the hit stick
My gravy shooter's for coverin' biscuits
Leave like a foreign, hit you with the kiss kiss
I mind my own business (You
of grass
Shmacking bad bitch ass
I've been feeling my way up
Bitches-I've been gettin some
Focus on the money and the drugs
Stash the gun
We don't run
getting harder to get by
Everybody see's my pain
It settled right under my eyes
But i'm moving the motions
Feel like I'm living a lie
I don't know who I can
to get by
Everybody see’s my pain
It settled right under my eyes
But i’m moving the motions
Feel like I’m living a lie
I don’t know who I can trust
Cause I
brother, it's the year of the jackal
Saddle up on high horse
My torch forced Polaris embarrassed
Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage
I
the lighthouse in the end
So long old pal, don't you worry about me
See you when I lay down my oars and hang up my pole
And walk by the memory of a man in chains
rolling in
Even when there's grey hair on my chin
I don't wanna wake up girl without you in my arms
Cuz some cowboys saddle up and right away
But I
It's just, both sides of my bed are the wrong one, and I'm always waking up
Plus, I don't care to defend sides of myself that I don't like much
I am
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
Yeah, Stat
Aitch, yeah what up Ari
I'm just living
Look
See everything I'm getting
It comes from my decisions
Can't knock me off my pivot
Don
work is done by men with gavels,
I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle.
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was
in.
Oh let me be by myself in the evening breeze,
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
Send me off forever but I ask you please, don
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
Oh, the blizzard's never seen the desert sands
I will set the tempo low in my commands
Come follow down the highway once trailed by my golden calf
the next because in April quit Sams
Expected way too much up out of me like I'm Superman
Had me working by myself and don't try to understand
My job
some lemonade sitting in strawberry water
Need to find out what it taste like
Where's my face wipes
I got camera stamina I don't flaunt it though
I
never heard of ya
Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
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