Lyrics:
make my money tonight
Wake up late honey put on your clothes
Take your credit card to the liquor store
That's one for you and two for me by tonight
Like your mothers addiction
And the cats licking sweat
Off her skin
Whoever shot my brother
Peek through the shutters
Hold your mother
Sweeping nothing under the cover
Get it back in blood since you a stunner
Bitch I'm
Gypsy woman told my mother
The night I was born
She said, you got a boy-child coming
He’s gonna be a son of a gun
Gonna make all you pretty women
Out the sky the crazys flung
Rappers steady stutter like, "Cat got your tongue"
The silent monk that shuns
Oh the mighty have fallen, the power
beggar
Eating lemon-limes
I ask him about Shakespeare
Says I wonder if you mind
I say what does that mean
I ask him where's your mother
He says go get lost
prove you the truth or
Get beat by some dudes
You are street with Adidas and boots
Then get your chick boned and
Rip fold her over
My big dick'll show her
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy
knowin'
Nothin on earth surprisin' me
I'm on some fly shit
Some ol' open up your eyes shit
Superhero for rap
Never be the sidekick
Cats try to see in my
By the pricking of my thumb Something wicked this way Comes
Call me Macbeth I'll put em to rest
Every mother fucker who gets in my
Way fueled by hate
of herbs will make your mother think the best of me
Check how she’s checking me, pester me for my recipe
Shooing the rest who festery, roasting what’s next
don’t know you a bitch?
I could tell she a throat goat by her lips
But she can’t take, Uh
Sis a hoe, I know I’m not her only man
She tryna up it
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
to something you've never seen before.)
It's the rainy days
Versus the endless summer
The place she made
God bless my mother
It's the laws they make
The laws I
on the slow-mo
They got you suckaz in a cell screaming oh no
And so I write with my pen
Hope you repent for your sin
Can't take your pills and bottle of gin
In
as fuck, you think im dumb too? Certainly
Whoo swaggy, sativa in the baggy
Bring your rubber gloves cuz it might get a little nasty
Im getting lit
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
Now we all get to know what it's like
When Isome assholes is gonna step out of
The dark and blow your head off
I want you to know what it's
Like
dollars bills
While the fat cats getting fatter
By creating terrorists
You anesthetize your feelings with obesity and pills
If you find out it ain't working
had my brain on Josie the whole time we stroked
Days go by and E is like, she wants to chill
[Eon]
Yo you got that leak?
[Cage]
No doubt. Let's lace
The cream of the crop
Black man black power
Escorted by the cops
Got the city on lock
Real gs not worried
When the shit get hot
Nigga it's ski season
Any many
a kid could bust a N-U-T
Looking down at my hometown
Like kids at U-N-T
I'm a hurricane
These other cats Miami Beach
I could probably give you world peace
I got down, yeah
Just 'cause I'm a dad now, don't think I won't come blow your ass down
I don't care what you stand for, 40 blam, you get sat down
If
Snakes in the wall
Slithering their crawl
Conditioned by air
Hardly couldn't care
Butter flies within its mother cow
Churning her stomach, liver
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