Lyrics:
with the goons
Those are my brethren those my Elevens
Enjoy what you got cuz it's gone in a second
When I die bury me with my possessions
Wear glitter
Them ma, see my people high then ma hireh!
Whom non wanna again, whom non wanna again, whom non wanna again.
Na to see, that we move to the party
yAAAAAAH!
Pullin’ Up With A MAC-11
It’s Gon Send Yo Ass To Heaven (BITCH)
Gettin’ Off By Bullets Sendin
That’s What You Get For
Talkin On My Brethren
Pullin’
get to steppin'
Fuck a 9-5
This is 24 7
Take a dub as a progression
Take a loss and learn the lesson
I don't play with none of my professions
If I ain't
ring, princess cut
Carats on, around my neck
Lookin' like some clones, be at yo' best
We don't play checkers no more, we play chess
One trey tri trey
bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (yeah, yeah)
Hold up Kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rose
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor
by myself so I don't think I'mma answer
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she
me to hang
'Cause I'm back on the track
Get in the back
Nobody is going to get me on another rap
So look at me now
Just making my play
Don't try
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
here to celebrate, ain't no hate
A boost friend party is always great
Ain't no party like a boost friend party 'cause a boost friend party don't stop
games had washed out in the rain.
I'd slipped out of my shift on some sort of screw up with the schedule.
There's a couple newer places by the river but
you see my blessings
Don't go wondering
What is happening?
Is God keep me rising
Never leave me falling
If you see me failing
Brethren go on praying
[Carlos Coy]
I see my streetz full of hustlas sellin dope
Creepin trophy truckz and buss off killa smoke
I see older folkz turn away
they disgusted
bitch
They throwing ass in the party when I play my shit
Shorty do a dance
She don't use no hands
Sippin' on Ciroc, we in no mans land
I just made
Steady thriving
Alone
You see my wrist
It's heaven sent the way it shine down
My Rolly talk
But you don't take you waste my time now
I put emotions
On my
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
a lil' too much for me
Plus, for me, your party's not really where I want to be
Shit,
There's people here going ice fishing in the basement
And by ice
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
yeah, "this party's at the fun, this party's at the fun house"
I don't know about that
Alright y'all, could you, could you be quiet for a minute,
7:14
If my people which are called by my name
shall humble themselves and pray
And seek my face
And turn from their wicked ways
Then will I hear from
Then ironic its also the reason they hate you
And some days I really don't know what to make of it
And then others I'm focused and know
Because my life
that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
Ya nigga, y'all had my, I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I, I don't know
there is bitches in Carlo
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My
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