Lyrics:
that for, hell motherfuckin' no
Give them money that's mine, hell motherfuckin' no
Ho gotta pay me to play it, let alone lay it
Just because I'm runnin'
with
It's free monster in my lyrics til my dawg up out them cages
Fuck you pay me hey
Fuck you pay me hey
Ain't no barter ain't no talking
Fuck you pay
innocent bastards 'cause Papa, they don't know
Her day consists of working back and forth with babysitters
Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay
me through the judgment day, I've had enough of hell to pay
Well you fixed us all, won't you fix me once more?
I feel the need to slow it down; you see
deplete it
Imma lay low low low
They say they cannot see em
But they pay no no no
Attention when he greet em
We been stressed out
Flex only when it's needed
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
missing a fucking clue
No, it ain't no second chance to cross me out And now we gotta step
Lil' DJ, that my Glock, bro He sound like klay, I'm some like
C'mon. What now?
Hello?
Hi there sir. Do you have time to talk about our lord
Goddamn annoying people
Hello
"No, I don't want what you're fucking
it's free to use your mind
Hold on tight
Buckle up
Cause this feeling is fleeting
But there's more to life than it seems
No way you're video rockstar
I'm
possibly, not!
His Excellency regrets
That owing to his exalted state
He can no more associate
With amiable brunettes.
Walk up-walk up-we're willing
the day, always
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away, always
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4, always
Until the day that is the day that are no more
the day, always
Until the trees and seas just up and fly away, always
Until the day that 8x8x8 is 4, always
Until the day that is the day that are no more
"You know him, he's nominated for his flick 'Ali' & it'll be hell to pay if you pick on me!"
"Don't put that stick on me!", "Hell no I'm not leaving,
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Shit is getting scary
I'm so glad that I don't have me no babies
But I cannot be lazy
Gotta do what I gotta so they can pay me
Man I've been inside
I get it, you got it, like 1-2-3
I've been working hard as hell for you
To show you things you've never knew
Don't have to do it all by yourself
on a wanted poster
I'm bout to plaster
Unlike bread
My words'll never grow stale
I write about pain
Does anyone care
Won't say I'm depressed
No more then
was 'posed to keep it closed
Now they in here throwing stones
And break the window to my soul
Ain't no remote chance in hell I ever let 'em get
of a colon
And fuck what is out man I've been on the low low
So what can I do it like none of these niggas like hell no
And my nigga Bash been dreaming so big
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
Thugs! We should clean you up
By high pressure cleaner
The day the people will wake up
You will pay for your actions (Thugs)
We feel like voting
Is
you need one, I'll throw my tax on it, shoot a text
I treat my bitch so good, God blessed me with another one
They know they ain't gotta pay no bills
Y T E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell, only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy
Only the wise excel.
Once said by my born-in-hell.
Only the lonely die slowly.
Left all alone try to control me.
Easy does it never ask how was it.
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