Lyrics:
Okay, I need an album cover, who trying to get paid
I got some raid for who buggin, who trying to get sprayed
Five tabs, but I ain't trying to sell
he dead
Stop shooting that bitch
You than been thru clips
And you put quite a few in his head
And if he brain dead
He ain’t going nowhere
Doot! Doot!
Damn
Uh
Listen
Aye hey
Hey
Think outside of the box
Yeah that's the album my niggas don't play like you stupid
If I shoot you gone die and you bitch
you instead."
"Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly,
"It's only you that he does crave
And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all.
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
Nigga playin' around with the gang, put his ass on channel five
Nigga got shot right in my hood, he made kcal9
Patty cakin' by the hoe, that
datin' your dad
Oh, he died about 7 years back
Now ain't that just 2 bad?
Well, that's how we like 'em - tall, stiff and ready
That's positively
sound fictional
But R kelly wrote the remix
To Ignition before the original
Prince's first album
He played every instrument
And sang all the vocals, wow
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
This is what I've waited for.
Why am I so scared.
5. Gloves
You know what I hate?
When I'm awake and dreaming.
Pry this wish from my cold dead hands.
Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine
cmniotic liquid of another kind
That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
head
Playing Russian roulette with a blank; when he banged
McIlkenny thought he was dead
Hugh Callaghan, a sixth man, was picked up in Berm and tortured
He pulled the trigger and the suicide note right
"I'm glad it's finally over and I'm finally dead
And no more, do I have to feel, lesser, or
Deal
So twenty-four-seven it's the number one stresser
Dealin' with the peer pressure
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find
you back to campus by 7
Make it to class
22 last year at med school aye
Your ex tripping baby he a damn fool right
Let 'em see it,
You ain't sad as he
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
like I took off.
And when I ride by, it's like I fly by.
You like a slow motion.
All in 3-D.
'cause everywhere I go, they by like "there he go"
get his wife killed.
The feds on him, Jake to pull seven on patrol.
Cops shot on the stroll by his man that's on parole.
Now he haunted, had a big
[Chorus:]
You better quit while you're ahead
Ah that's what I said, or you're better off dead
Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead
[Verse 1:
forty on my hip and
Get one up in the head
Let a nigga run up and he dead I promise that
Live by that G cod and
I'mma always honor that
Where the fuck did
Yeah, Jedi Mind
Vinnie Pazienza, the Enemy of Mankind
Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell
Horrorcore, yeah, walk with me
I pop a pill and zone
My
riding's at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I'm up, like I'm stuck in the sky
I came up robbin', starvin', Sun
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