Lyrics:
In 81 a man said said that we would get it
No one talked, no one warned, all their writing was asemic
2012 we got hit by a bat
And now the world’s
teeth fly south
I gotta face the hangman
Gotta pay for what I done
I gotta face the hangman
Or by the noose I swing
In the morning sun
Now
broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when they reach the scene of crime Macavity's
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
to me
I keep it pimpin so don't talk to me
If it ain't 'bout business, cause talk is cheap (talk is cheap)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - imitating Slim
Washington to Baltimore,
He played the bills and he slept with whores,
And he burned inside with a hatred deep
For the man who caused the south to weep.
your head
Where you can just sit in bed all day
And rent cheap movies by the hour
Playing snakes and ladders with your own emotions
Everybody loves you
(Hellrell)
By the time this shit touch the streets
Ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats
But imma ride anyway
Get high anyway, and let my vvs
I walk bare foot in the valley of death
While the haters saying man I wish you the best
That's who I am and that's who I gotta be
I have two rules
Met you
On a random Wednesday night
I knew
You were trouble by the second sign
Went to take your shot
And you just threw it back
1-2-
On a random
*sung by Otis & Shug*
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Sick Wid it baby, yeahehyeahyeahehyeahhahah
Let`s get Sick Wid It baby
Said I`m gonna get so
out till the end
A rider rides until he dies if he does nothing else
He'll struggle in silence by your side
And never ask for help
I am facing
the drinks...sing
4 men, 8 diquiries and a wheel chair, racing south against trucks on the free way
We're only stoppin' for a milk and a cheese cake, start crumbling
head's below the water, the silence gives me clarity
Falling out to pieces
Life's just broken pieces of you
Floating round in pieces
Now I'm alone
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
she's fine
There's nothing new under the sun
This crazy street we walk goes two ways not one
I tried to beg I tried to plead
No tears in my eyes, girl
[Pastor Troy talking]
Down South Georgia Girls I love y'all
Pastor Troy representing for them Down South Georgia Girls
Y'all know what it is,
On and on and on
Sing it with me
Na na naa na na na naaa
All my fellas in da building
Go head and one, two
Footwork on point
Look how they watch my shoes
Don't watch my
the corner
Toss the pack
West on thirty double back
Fifty two to Parkside ave
Then Bryn Mawr ave
To Wynnefield ave
Bust a right on Woodbine ave
I went south
no leash, wtf the point of talkin to me?
I know
They still hating on the south, we the hub now
We only down by two and we gon throw it for
hard but I left it for the wealth
Never fazed by all the damage in my life that I was dealt (nah)
(Mhm)
I been cruisin' to the south gone bad
Swiping
Who cares
My name carries weight
Give me a second
Nah fuck it baby I'll wait...
Wait for phase 2 right before release date...
You see this king of this
the northside, westside down to south east
Say it twice if you know that this the place to be
Its the M.EL.B
Yea you know me
Its the M.EL.B
Yea you know me
Theres
like fosho'
Fine ass nigga w a big boy check
Yeen ain't all dat so thank u, next
Smart w the head & a wizard in bed
So good w it he'll leave my shit red
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