Lyrics:
motherfucker missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with its legendary status
Sittin' behind these glasses nigga
[Chorus: x2]
on a tee, now his mother depressed
Look, if we being honest, y'all do all that chatting but struggle to keep it a buck
Do not compare me to rappers if you
compare me to Bavarian serial killer heroin
Derelicts on the mic heretics when we fight severance of your torso from your mother fuck ya life
Industrial ban
I guess us blacks
look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain't goin' home
hemmed up you better watch your back
It comes a time when you get jammed up them crackers want that sack
Just do your time you gotta man up and don't
they got your number
The alias you've been living under the mack goes thrriiing
Peddi, Peddi, I heard that they watch your mother
Got a hit on your
comfortable
Cuz you made a few bucks
Say my nigga, get up
I'm a keep shaking you
Til you've had enough
Open your eyes
And wipe the shit out your tear ducts
a spice cupboard
Entice mothers cos I'm nice, might summon my
Blue Eyes White Dragon to wipe your life points and
Swipe your nice cards as mine, you little
yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome
Kill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone
See my
And you welcome us as children home
There is a man with a family
He has a wife and a baby
He broke the law just to save them
Working for three bucks an hour
doing this for?
You left your friends
And your girl back home
For a shot at the world
But now you're on your own
But you want this right?
This glitz
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's been reported you've been drinking
And running round with men and goin' wild
Now we
looking critical
Reach for this, mother fuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle fuck that
I need
be a party when the wolf comes home
We're gonna commandeer the local airwaves
To tell the neighbors what's been goin' on
And they will shake their
it a buck fifty wit me
Guarantee you gon ride when I cop the Benz
I got my shawty by my side and we on some shit like we queen and slim
He fuck
gone when I go takin every every bullet when I'm walkin out ya home
Thinkin of my movement if you stuntin imma blow mistaking
What I'm doin isn't
with bitches, they kidnap you too
This world is so different, can't trust no one new Just stay on your pivot, don't watch what they do
What workin' for
just to make him a buck
That's when he found him a bottom bitch, that's gon' show him what's up
Had him a daughter who grew up smarter and off
Shoot your ass in your face, now you missin' your nose ring
Ride with the leak , we servin' on dope fiends
Buck toting fye , hit yo ass with that red beam
Jack for thrills, you could kill for bills
But you still can't match skills
Make your home run like Derek Jeter
Call for help on a phone or beeper
I'm
Met this goil last night ...
Crutchy:
Ow.Move your elbow!
Racetrack:
Pass the towel!
Skittery:
For a buck, I might!
Newsies:
Ain't it a fine life
from out a wine glass
Don't address me as nothing less than your highness
Time passed by so fast my life feels like a time lapse
I reflect on this life
to buck on Jay, May on you niggas
I'm givin' halos, pay low, stay low
808 fo you niggas
I been a different kind since I spit
A rhyme and lift your mind
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