Lyrics:
for the hunting
Of goodwill, like he don't know you're coming
He hear ya groan and grunting
And you'll get blown to nothing
If ya don't do something
I
you was Mary ?
Hateration in ya heart pumpin flatlines
Z y causing mad problems near ya backside
Worldwide,need the globe to chill n get high
Got it
a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat
Ya bitch,
that be by lookin like everyday people
Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang
See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my
missing
But he was the only thing missing
Now everything different
Don’t get it twisted
I’m a believer
I'm a believer
I did not come to deceive ya
JESUS
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
Yeah
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Yo lemme talk to ya
Yo lemme me tell em
Check it
I've been chasing this girl
She tat a frown on me
So
results that moms can see
Surrounded by some niggas that believe they tryna ball wit me
And we gone get it yea, we gone get it yea yea
Yea we gone get it,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
like Shaq and Kobe, I beef for four quarters
Callin' veterinarians to get the doggs off ya
"Animals Attack, Part Four," people starin'
I'm not
Ferraria)
They do not know what it takes
Skinny got codes to the safe
Ya'll get decoded I know that I'm great
Yo ho in my face
I got mad fires
And calm flows
f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll
tellin me I'm blessed cause my wrist is a hot mess
I need you dickridin ass niggas to jock less
You better get ya gal, 'fore she part of the process
I
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
foolish
Smokin ounces on daily
Bob Marley zooted
He a fooli wit tha thu wop dont make em use lt
Bet
Ima get a check
Fuck it
Run it up
Double up
Bitch im all
with the Mac, son was tote up
Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses
Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic
You get stabbed by the +Shaolin
with the Mac, son was tote up
Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses
Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic
You get stabbed by the +Shaolin
Hold on ya, ya, ya, ya
Hold on, hold on ya
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, ya
Ya, hold on, yaya
Ya, hold on, yayaya
Ya, hold on, ya
Yeah, yeah
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin see
That was enough to slow his whole
And made it complicated for him to illustrate it
My dexterity, put him in fear of me
And had his mind bewildered by everything he was hearin' see
That was
lucky tonight, you'll get a similar squirt
Let ya know I've never seen a sweeter scene and just as I'm speakin,
My sammy's landin' in my hand, I find
just want you to know that. Because we always thought we could get, you know, we could get reality by just putting on the clothes and wearin' the face
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