Lyrics:
slide cause I done got fame
Fuck the name, I can't have shit in this fuckin game
Without niggaz tryin to test nuts, tryin to act bad
I'm a fuck you
the robots and I'm sorry
Broke down in front of you, embarrassed
but you lent a heart and hand that only you could
you're one of my best friends and yes I'd
I'm like wassup hoe?
Where you been?
What you know about?
Oh no!
Who let 'em in? I'ma show 'em out
Never know
Who's really down or just down
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
a firearm, so how you gon' murder me
They had the feds on doe ass, but he was still out here doin' burglaries
I get in arguments with my bitch, and then I
dead, aye
Hide in your room, your lil sister gon catch this red eye
And you know that your girlfriend still be on my line, aye
Said I'm deep-fried but her
success
in history, about 300 years?
John: haven't a clue.
Yoko: well, maybe it's still yet to happen,
you see. That's why we're trying to do it.
In other
got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks
All I got time to do is go back in time and pose with the Unabomber
Just so I can go back in time
blow when I lift off
Lil nigga like a bad edit you get clipped off
From the east winning with my suns like I'm Chris Paul
Acting like cash is acidic you
name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is
You niggas ain't got no motion, must have motion sickness (niggas seasick)
Killa done leveled up and you bearing witness
Nigga in tune with God, when
back to reality it seems you're not in touch
So you're saying fuck a passion
Don't pursue what you love
So you're saying fuck happiness
It ain't
was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic
Yeah
I been feeling heaven sent coooling in the presence tense
Music's all subjective I'm doooing what I felt with this
I been in the lab like Dexter
don't know what I'm cooking
It's been all day that i been in the kitchen
Spicing shit you can tell by looking
Pardon me if i sound so bossy, yeah
It took
corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless
And every time you think my
back talk, back wall, end up in asphalt
Niggas love them choppas like we
Flyin in black cars but you with the roost
Thinkin a nigga was black though
Now
blind when the mind get lost
Rhymes are enforced with action
Cause everybody looking like
Is they slackin, are they back in what's crackin?
Nigga I'm hip
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry
Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy'
Think quick, what should I do, what did double-oh-seven
on them backstreets 'til the
Day that my God call
Lil' Sean Paul, ridin' dirty up 85
In twin Challies
Just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed
On my grind you could see me skate
I roll in a Holden while I’m holdin' while it’s stolen brudda get stopped by the d.e.a
Still got love for the team
ain?t right, by the time you could afford it the car ain?t important
In the streets silent, it?s just I and - cops keep firin? in my environment
Leavin?
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
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