Lyrics:
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
lines
So...
[Chorus]
I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
You want beef? I hope ya (got
This is a RJ-D2, Justus League production
Brought to you by Phonte, DJ Flash
Rapper Big Pooh and
Sick fluin' you, breakin niggas
Electric Boogalo,
fuck with the gang you might get hit by the TEC
Dior on my body
I hop on the lambo
VSN calling my line
He got a new phantom
Copping some new versaces
Yeah
I guess I'm, sorry not sorry
Yo
For the past year I've been goin' through the ringer
I figured it would die down by now
But the more I consider
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no tellin'
That's what
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
and the Vibe
Only magazines yet to recognize in 2009
Nigga worth it, he deserve it
He ain't perfect
But he workin' on that second album
Dropped the first one
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
I've gotta offer a sorry for apathy
Hyping the freedom of copping the lines of the hottest of clothes
How could I be seeing it even if but for a second
finish up this album
I love you
Stacks
Girl I got everything I want in life
But you not by my side
Everytime you come around I be catching butterflies
You
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
in my brain lead
Aaahhh
Had an album release, an EP in the works
Summoned sounds on the beats like a beast in the verse
And I found lots of peeps with
it by design
Side step over thirty that's a swish every time
Watch these words dribble when my last name on the line
You know me
Had to do that for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
that my nature
Doesn't erupt and leave me stuck that's real
I know me so I know I'm unworthy
It's only by his blood
That I am no longer dirty
Press
Good morning
Artist name
Tim Foil
Album title
Death By Misadventure
Song title
FOREVER
APPROVE
REJECT
PUNCTUATION AT END OF LINES
NUMERICAL
of bitches, yeah
That shit a long line
My nuts swingin’ like them thangs
From Tha Dogg Pound
These niggas say they gettin' money
Need to calm down
'Cause listen
base your self worth off the paper that's in your wallets
Seen priceless live taken by selfish greed and violence
Killers crossing the line cause nobody
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