Lyrics:
Players keep playin', haters keep hatin'
So much to say, so little time
For the hood that I pray
Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow
Wash my
For The Night!
House Full Of People, But You Always By Your Self
It's a Damn Shame Ain't Nobody There To Give You Help
You Dream Of Wealth But You
[Verse 1: Jason Fox]
I Get It Rocking Like A Boat When I Go Fishing..
A Yo Listen I'm The General And Tso Chicken.
(Jason Fox) You Can Tell By
reach for them
Street life is all I know
Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
Warfare is when you go
[Hostyle]
Yo..It's Hostyle
[Verse 1: Jason Fox]
I Get It Rocking Like A Boat When I Go Fishing..
A Yo Listen I'm The General And Tso Chicken.
(Jason Fox) You Can Tell By
reach for them
Street life is all I know
Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories
Warfare is when you go
[Hostyle]
Yo..It's Hostyle
I laugh wit' 'em
Blood bath went I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out over
and I'm still the guy
Yo I've been stuck with my booty call
Furthermore I fell in love with my booty call
Girl you got junk, know your boot is full
In
it's like I'm stuck in the times
Hope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cage
Full of rage on my life, now I express it on stage
Relieve
storms full of hail stones cyclones turning
I'm shootin' lightning my fingertips got your fields burning
Now I'm a stand back slam it and watch what I
can be Simon, and don't have to draw
Step to the a.m. and not sit by the door
I can have pockets, and don't have to be swollen
Fat-ass beat, and it
We're covering breaking news out of Springfield right now…
Uh Uh Uh Uh
BEYON
Dom I got 'Em
Yo
For the field I'll be repping where ever the turf is
dollar and a dream
Dollar and a dream, dollar and a, whoa
Yo
(?)
Just keep me posted for the signal, imma play the fold
Like my suitcase full
it a buck like the sum of four quarters like the house of a horder so full of shit such an awesome performer I’m the voice of your quit yo it’s
make me gag
Venus is a full time job stay flappin' they jaws
At Mars policies and laws
You like way I gassed you up
You fucking cocky cock
I'm
Aye yo Rest In Peace baby boy
My heart full of joy
When you left, it destroyed
All the stars to the void
My soul can't rejoice cause
I'm missing your
Order, huh
Yo, we at war
We at war with terrorism, racism, but most of all we at war with ourselves
God show me the way because the Devil's tryin'
lil' sugar, I'm yo little chulo
And every time we kick it it's off to the groovy
Treat you like my sticky icky or my sweet ooy gooy (For real though)
You
as a disco
I'm sicker than a goldfish
Swimming in a fishbowl full of Crisco
Yo, it's officially official
You better get your tickets if
We hitting your zip
but you can't
All hoes faint when they see the Jag paint
Let's make it crystal clear, Mag's the rookie of da year
By this time next year the whole world
I'm finna take a trip
Ridin' 'round with the juice again, I'm finna take a sip
You can't judge a book just by the cover 'til the pages flip
This
speak when bitches pass me by
9 times outta 10 when I'm in the wind I'm either drunk or high
And to you smokers holla at me I'm gone smoke some witcha
But
got one
It's time to bounce
To the liquor store and swing this
I'm havin' fits
I need a cold Old English
Once I get it
Hit my next tail bling list
Harris
Trying to build this palace, my heart's full of malice
My soul's corrupt, I'm about to erupt
Internal investigation's got me facing 25 to life
I'm
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