Lyrics:
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
as transparent like the lean inside your double cup
Attitude is Benny before Lil Ze fucked it up
If God is of my city, someone tell him turn his face up
It's a lot
kulembakam' asambe sobabon
O-boy abama 7 angeke bak’ afford-e
I-DM iyomile i-birky yaqobola
Bese tshel' omame zala bazobona
Ba re Nyovest ke Spillion
This is
about
We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out,
livin’ for the king
This that everyday thing
I’m just livin’ for the king
Now is it easy? Not always
But my eyes on Yahweh
I’m ‘bout this like all day
I’m
to you like
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
It's okay
You can run and tell your friends that
I'm on
I'm on
I'm on
I'm
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
da return of Godzila
[Chorus]: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real
Hit you on some slick shit
I'm the type to tell it like it is, it ain't no bitch shit
You want to be mi reina
Ain't nothing to King Capone-E, I'm
girl a by
The name of sister Rose
Drop fi mi hose an' mi lick her pon her nose
An' you favor any day goose
For mi say, love is all you've got
Say di king
luistert Mon Ami
Ik snap jou maar het boeit mij niet
Cuz these hoes ain't no wifey
Oh my g tell em why they don't like me
They just wanna be like me
Ben in
the victim
Acting like you wasn't involved
Changing wants into needs
To praise money to God
Like you don't know which is which
You the wizard of odd
I hope it
Had a dream I was king, I woke up, still king
This rap game's nipple is mine for the milking,
Till nobody else even fucking feels me, till' it kills
Let me tell you bout the King of kings who made me clean cause really I done seen some things
Let me tell you bout Jehovah Jireh souls' provider
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with
Common roll the physics, so exquisite, thought I was in here dolo
No bro, somebody tell Soulo this not a solo mission
The deal closed, SoHo is it
Thought
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God!
It take-a da
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
and tell they boss to fuck off
Then go out to the parking lot and bang my shit
Side Effect, Skilladel Rep, sang that shit, it's like this
Damn who dat be? oh
stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak
tell
All the kings horses
And all the king's men
Had to find out Who, How, Why, and When
I do da Clarissa seems SO broken
By such a trivial minuscule
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