Lyrics:
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
I'll be out of here by July
Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
I guess the brothers are driving down from
Bethlehem
It's the Sunz of Man, I'm gon' send in
A world premier on the frontier for a year
Those with the ear, let 'em hear
I ride the camel, wearin'
you three days, I needed a clean hour
Your baby mama named Raina, right? I know you seen Power
You need powder, go play with your nose, it's takin'
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby
And lemme tell you again, I don't need a homie
Live my life alone, 'cause lonely is the only
Rather eat by myself than dine with bologna
I'm a B-I-T-C-H,
Another day, another dollar
I got mines, ain't got nothing to father
Fuck a role model, never had one to follow
Lot of cotton mouth rappers
I'm
twenty chicks in the rental
Lead the way and I follow, it's tomato, tomato
Live every day to the fullest like it ain't no tomorrow
Got a brand new
hard
Crimes on the boulevard, that shit is small like lard
Baby girl tried to whisper in my ear some jewels
She said the wise man's swifter, plays
learned by them Kurds about them dollars and cents
It was never my transaction it was however I did it
I was impressed with the whips
I asked my father
you please be my tele- please by my telephone
Beautiful to me are all the things I see in a new day
The wonders of this life surpass brilliancy
Say
and a hundred and 12 days makes
Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks
Basically baby, I've been great, this ain't no recent
shyness
Stripped away by days of being hailed as your highness
And what's new pussycat as you were once a lioness
They cut your claws out
Kitten, not
[Featuring Da Hound Soulja Slim]
Go head big baby
Soulja Slim's in this mothafucker with Da Hound from girttown
and see mothafuckin' Murder
Just smile, just a smile
Just smile, just a smile
Just smile
Just because the morning's sunny
To say hello, to say good-bye
Maybe something
to win
Seven long years but I have no regrets baby unless It's that there'll be
No more days
Like the lovely days that we've seen, you and me
But I
Hanging by the phone waiting impatiently
I'm in a minor key but still there's no reply
Sitting counting days going through endless nights
But baby
Pardon my words but the world is broken|If a day goes by that it's left unspoken|That my head's in the sky and I feel like I'm floatin' away, away||I
this is the new age (uh, uh-huh)
A rhythmical concoctions by lyrical murderer Rage
Got a vertical hold on verbal abusin' ways
Cervical tubes get
cry on my shoulder.
13 years old & the daddy was fuckin her
Only time she feel love when somebody was fuckin her
And now im stuck with her
Gotta build
long
And maybe in a hundred years you'll have a hit song
Well I'm sick and tired of this Bommerlunder-jive
Going back to New York where the people are
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
Shorty!! Shorty!!
Shorty c'mere baby girl! (I like what I see)
This go out to erybody man, a little station identification
And we call this one
But the garden that you planted remains.
Now it's only work
Each day bleeding into the next
Barely scraping by I tire myself out just so I can rest
But
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