Lyrics:
leaking down my driveway
I got a big chrome bill that I can't pay
Hey homeboy can I get a twenty, pay you back ey, pay you back way
Damn it's a fucking
to crackers
Life change every time I read a chapter
Hey you got me on lock down and I don't want to pay the bills
Make me fill so good inside make me wanna
but big like Ben
Johnson I'm the black Charles Bronson
death wish death wish death wish
I run a dead pool you're number one on my list
so step aside
don't pay my bills
You don't wine and dine
You don't pound me out
So don't judge my life
You don't like me, my clothes, my friends
My beat, my style, my
one-two! Yeah, one-two!
One-two (ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta)
Yeah, one-two! Yeah!
Yeah, Gore Elohim iLL BILL, look
Watch the semi-automatic air the
Fucking
2 stories
I can't wear regular shit, it's too boring
So when she see a nigga like me she come join
This designer shit, got a "O" of marijuana
By
getting all foolish
Everything I do they blame it on music
If you lose touch or if I don't call
They say he's too big he's starting to lose it
They starting
ain't mad, that most of them envy
Though my crib so big, steal in their head rent-free
That's by the side, I made a hundred mil' last year
That's wild
tickles your fancy
Buy a ticket to France
Just keep your dick in pants
See what's converging on some virgins like he's big Richard Branson
Bring you
a record deal
I don't care about the fame, I just need me these paper bills
The way we do these man dirty, this ain't no regular drill
I need a yard in
by a slutty
Spinnin yo block me & slim always toting
Gherbo I'm rolling
Pussy so wet she done drown in her ocean
Not for the camotion
Pull out
sides, casket wide open
I say it all with sincerity Britt ya thighs poking
I'm mesmerized by every step its hard to stop from groping
Ya magic got me
Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?
Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between
when I went force and praying, protected by angels
My aura's Super Saiyan
If I project my energy into a crowd it will end of me causing mayhem
You go
Main line engines always boast how big they are
Superior by far
But little engines toil away from dawn to dusk
Without a fuss or care
Just
some dynamite
A big box of matches he swallowed all serene
And out he went and swallowed up a quarter paraffin
He sat by the fireside, he didn't
four more
Johnny's got six-o looking for four-scores
Told him just link little bro by the fourth floor
Man I just beat the case
So can somebody
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
hand store that's easy on your bills.
It's got something to do with preferring each other.
And honestly brother you should listen to your mother
when
sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Say me left from Jamaica , me gone overseas
With two suitcase and a big bag a dreams
Reach inna America, me
was.
We who could laugh over big things
Were parted by only a slight thing.
I wonder if we did the right thing,
Oh, well, that's life, I guess,
I
mangle then it will dangle
started the fire if lighted the candle
This is how big bizzness get handle
Ah wa di bloodclaat ah wa di raated
Could of been
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