Lyrics:
_____ better be good for goodness sake
I quit rap to sing the blues,
Cause I'm tired of getting taken out by crews
If you believe anything in this song
LIKE YOUR RACK--I MEAN, YOU CAN REALLY DANCE!!!!”
BY THE TIME I GOT TO THE RUNNING MAN I THOUGHT
THAT HE MIGHT BE GETTING SOFT THEN HE PICKED UP
here being in the void
danger coming better run and hide
the man of iron is coming inside
the sleeping village welcomes you in,
war pigs are
of a hoodlum Hamlet
Under literary FBI cameras candid, daddy
(yeah, Ha ha ha ha shit is child's play man)
Don't let ya life be the aim of pure misery
Don't let
Soon to be eclipsed at the Son's return
When we get what He gives and not what we've earned
[Chorus]
There's coming a day that'll be much better
Ya try to put me down 'cause I'm gettin' mine
I wan't pay you no mind I just call back on my
Blackness protected by a wall man you cannot
Attack this
so long that
Even my mamma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know
Blind man bluffin, mr. puffy puffin
The extra-strength lyrical soothin like a bufferin
I huff and I puff, and I blow you out the box, and
While
wake ya drop it
SCC's in the house to the ho's you
better hide that ass cause these niggas want to do you uhh
i guess it's time for a drive-by
you want
When a black man can't walk certain streets
Without being hassled by the pigs
When the youth are forced into the school system
Designed to break
can't avoid,
That I can't avoid,
That I can't avoid
You would think that by now we would have known better,
The man with the badge,
He don't need
in to get a better look at her
Right there between the chips and ice cream
Stood the answer to a young mans dream
Just one look and his whole life
the flatlines, we're runnin outta time
Dead by day is what I said sometimes though
I'd rather be dead is what I said so take it slow
Time to pay back, so hit
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
Staring at this tool for an age of ugliness
Workplace is corrupt, nothing's gonna change
The road looks better as every minute passes by
Should be
(Stop the car Brooklyn
Do somethin' to make me feel better
I'ma do somethin' to make you feel great)
It's like
Bon appetit y'all
Commonly
Niggaz with the beef better run and hide
Sporty Records doing it making mega bucks
Cromed out bikes with the fire trucks
Had to lay it out with the sparkle
the wedge while I'm fuckin for free
Scared to death like you stuck in a tree
I'ma stretch your ass out like I'm cuttin the deed
Frontin like a big man but
P.U.S.S. to the why that's my pussy
Chorus
Pussy rules niggaz don't understand the world is ran by pussy alone
Fuck a man everything it motivates so don't
motels
I stay home and try to better myself
By burning science books
Once I tried to masturbate
And finger my own ass
When I marry I'll procreate
Hands off
(Basketball bouncing throughout song)
I'm cold wit it
I'm just cold wit it
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you don't know by now, I'm cold wit it
Ah, I
Keep my memories of you in a drawer
Old letters you wrote me sentimental things
I can't bear to look at
(You)
Anymore, I guess your life is better
motherfuckin' problem ain't hoe-hatin'
You're just mad 'cause yo' ass got straightened
But I don't give a fuck!
Hope you get hit by a truck, ya stank slut!
(Mark Erelli)
I met her on the farm on a hot summer night
I don't have to tell you it was love at first sight
It was a chance introduction by
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