Lyrics:
(the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of God)
{*beat drowns out whispered vocals*}
[king tee]
Three strike you're
Meanie Miney Mo, pick a victim by the flow
Pass the weapon the microphone, load a clip and let it blow (Pow!)
My ammo: sentences and fragments, so back up
interception by Garner, and United are on the counter-attack. The ball is out to Fernandes. He cuts the ball back to Kane; he dummies Mendez and rolls it back
starts it
Takes a lot to make it over
I'm litty by the bar
I'm just doing what I'm suppose to
See a bad ting strike up
On her like a cobra
Talk a good game
wanted now I gotta go and get it
And I'm never lookin' back, only lookin' where I'm headed
And I doubted for a minute tryna get another win
I burned a lot
You can count the towns as the hours go by
Well I'm rollin' on back through the Adirondack
Making my way o'er the Siskiyou pass
Wandering the Wasatch,
themselves
With a brand new slinky dress
Well, I've gained three sizes since I've been in college
That would just serve to depress
But get me to an Agnier,
How can i not be i came from nothing going back in peace
Wtf do you mean i won't pass thirty three
I won't die mon ami
Im going back
To the deep blue
when the first light was coming up
Between then and now many things occurred
An old girl walks by in an orange t-shirt
It costs 10.50 E to buy three
back, no way it can’t be
You’re on the net now start the debating
With your favourite MC out the top three
That’s gonna have half of them hating
You’ll be
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
smell pussy (cause you a pussy ass nigga)
And I live by the trigger, so I'mma die by the trigger
I'm strapped up and G'd up fuck a cell feet up
Sittin'
made and could not keep
Ah, but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
I've crawled to you, baby
And I fall at your feet
I've
policy, three strikes and you're ruined
Now where your crew at? Yeah
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
spacecraft
No mistakes black it's our music we must take back
Yo it's three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, and Automator
Yo it's three
nigga if I do say so myself
And I say it and I mean it
When I say it
I got stripes on my feet I ain't playing
And id strike for the dream I ain't fading
I
golden kings come riding across the midnight skies Three golden blades shining a sight for sore eyes Time stood still as sons of the dawn rode by
I been up early, yeah I'm tryna get it
I'm too focused on the bread, can't get distracted by a bitch
And I ain't ever been a bitch and I'ma stand
Came to far
To let my self back trace
Trials tribulations i embrace
Take it day by day
Fallouts cause pain
When you dont see it coming
If you around me
not agree
But from the age of three
I knew this was my destiny
I'm giving back to em
Giving giving back to em
I'm all facts when I do it
I'm running
down under the three peaks of silver
where the endless stairs raise to the top
an ancient bane of flame and shadow
rises until his hour has come
in
feet and hop
The fuck off of my dick
All chumps get squashed by
The Screwed Up Click
Certified gangstas ain't takin no shit
Got everybody tryin'a steal
watch this!)
Kali baby, I guess I'm back at it again
Lemme laugh at 'em again
Cause they know I write the back out of a pen
Holy moly get going nobody
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