Lyrics:
Wall Street Journal analysis
The rates of companies by speed Paine-Webber
Merryl Lynch, no other than Solomon Brothers
Banking system with my
Difference between Stanley and Jovi, na the fame
Difference between me and the rest na humility
Them di put heat for club, I di give their brains humidity
survival like a cactus vital to that h2O balance
Baring talons and talent by the gallons
We all belong in a palace Kings & Queens
Speaking the same language
it
Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five bank accounts, three ounces
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
Delorises
Travel when we on the low
Whippin them ford tauruses ay yo yo yo yo YO
Now I be Busta Ryhmes multimedia
Latest edition added to
The street
you got in it, the plot and the scheme, life, shit get real on the edge when you trying to live dreams, thin line between the truth and the fiction, two
name get ya bench up
Before you pour salt on my name
Get ya strength up
Cousin sold me a qp
I had to pinch em
Just know I sold them Rodger lynch
Mint
So anybody froze in the alley of scars
Mama, what you think he wasn't swimming with sharks
You think I'm evil now keep them kids in the dark
I got
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
leader
Never leave the block
without my heater
Two big pitts
I call them Mobb b****
N**** eaters
And I won't whimper till I'm gone
Thug Life
Running
some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed
be up in the streets with the Jeep doors missing
3 K's up in the whip, finally lynch him
Hard with the strap, but without it, no difference
We'll beat
Follow them or get kicked out
Don't take pictures at the party
Don't take pictures at the party
Now it's 2 in the morning
John just fucked Tanesha raw
We
I ain't got a dang thing for them ones in red caps
The slogan on that hat won't my president who said that
It won't my president who said that
And I
Every time I close my eyes I see them gunning another one of us down we barely
Breathing in a sense even Mike Pence
Believe in the Willie Lynch theory
it's all the same to me
I show love, I get love, yup, and that remains to be
I'm walkin' to the whip and I'm stumblin'
For Marshawn Lynch with my
FACECZAR, CZARFACE
This that third world shit
Far from the norm
Always where the action is
Monumental (CZARFACE)
Yo
G by nature, cop a new V
that yeah
You see, on my side on gangland, you know?
(My nigga Osama 3 Laden)
My side, we play hangman, man
Tie a nigga up, lynch his bitch ass
(DJ
2k please don't tell no lies
By your side where I reside Homicide when I declined
You go M.I.A. when I arrive You come around when I get life
Lemonade
dyin'/
Kids ain't livin they tryin'/
"How to Make a Slave" by Willie Lynch is still applyin/
Regardless, the Mos is one of my closest partners/
Rockin ever
the comprehension
I will stop and lynch them
I'm not the one promotin' gun totin'
'Cause I contain within my brain these computations
Just as potent
The mental
Murder motherfuckers lyrically, and I'm not gon' cry
Me - a born leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga
enemies but really it's the system
Y'all will shoot your brothers when lies placed you against them
That's Willie Lynch-ism and still we with sick symptoms
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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