Lyrics:
fat
Rock shot to a kill screen time lapse
Watch how the blitzkrieg climax
Spring clean hijack, bring me my axe
Girl: What are you doing up there?
Guy:
[Intro]
Yeah you know what I'm sayin, these lil flodgin ass niggaz
come down on lower level actin like they hard
Off the street ass punk! yaint
myself in time to Get off the bench
Fuk what u Calling a diss
All them shots are a miss
No longer yall come with hits
So yall hop on each other's dick
What are you proud of
Yourself
Your fucking fake world or your ignorance
Deep down you are nothing but your mistakes
We don't care what you think
Cause
time
Don't things ever change
I'm waiting for the day they stay the same
I love you
And are you listening?
There aren't enough words for me to even begin
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now your tribe is lefty
Hey, what you tryin' to give me
They swingin' on ya southpaw
Now
rappers come from
I chew 'em up like bubble gum, yum yum
Young Weezy so troublesome, what what
[Chorus]
I ain't talking fast you just listening too
booted up
With mr X man what’s really good
Cheese and EG first week Chris really would
They say I can’t dress that’s more capping than graduation pics
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
carried by woes that love to hate
Claiming they're real, eating off my plate
See I peep game, keep you in the frame watch your moves
So I play your game,
you cry
all nightWednesday early we fall into work all caught
up in the day by dayThursday morning is not Thursday
morning till Alanis says: "How's your
change
You're surrounded by sadness and surrounded by rage
So tell me what choice are you taking? Change the future or face it?
Who are you going to be?
need the fame I know colder than January
Yea... Yea. Colder than January
How I get down
Rigor mortis scary
I can tell by how you listening, you prolly
slide
But I've understood this time
There's no way I'm standing by
Like last time
Someone's gotta hear me
Spare me a second
In these last seconds
Cuz you
in the room that’s in the back
Then leave the club at 10 in the morning before brunch we can nap
What the hell you worried about boy, this life is
sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three
That's all, no fair trial
Simply, you will not be going to the show and that's final
What occurred next were
baby
Mashonda on the hook
I go by the name of the Monster
Swizz Beatz
You are listening to the Queen Bee
Bee baby
u listening to audio Rembrandt/
Bars got tha heart of ten pimp hands/
When I cross ya face/ u lost ya taste
Yaw stencils lost wit out a trace
I’m
Press 3 if you accept the charges, if not hang up
[Ludacris]
To my cousin Darren Ranch, stay up homie
To my brother Chris Butler, stay up homie
If
What about the time of the fancy dress
When you came dressed as your mum
And there I was splendid in my penguin suit
So scared to show my bill
you gotta bail? Where you gotta go
What's more important than spending time up up with your bros?
So here we are alone, two people that are grown
Yo,
breath track. I offer these as guides for you, but find what works best for your body and listen to your needs.
Remember, health and healing are
Yeah
Tell me what you need
We got all exotic flavors 24 a piece
He ain't my manz you know i'm putting tax on everything
He hit my phone it ain't bout
it rolling like tires no Michelin
We bin thru hell but we still in it
Shawty she know what to do if she want to spaz and go sick in it
Say you gone do
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