Lyrics:
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
Hey Yo!
Yo Sham!
Yo SHAM!!!
-Yo,yo,yo!
come here nigga, wassup man?
-what's the deal, son?
How you doin man?
-Chillin man
What you fuckin with that
waiting on the bag it passed you by
Now you stuck living depressed
You done joined a haiku
By you-
Now you see who’s by you
Just a bunch of knuckleheads
Benzedrine
There's a boy just down below me, who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother, 'cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum
at him!" "Yeah he cut a pretty clown")
Cousin by side of honies sweatin
But he was too busy with money gettin
("Whattup son, could you spare some
outta jail
I used to play baseball wid him
'Til he got large son bought a whale
As you're by the entrance
Guess it's real nigga night out
He moving
from the time we ran trains on her
And you still fucked her raw
C'mon son, gimme the gun
You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist?
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
has taken
That has scrambled up her head
There's a boy just down below me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause
favours and he embarrassed us by slapping us in public when we were younger
In Tunisia, he slapped my sister on the bum so many times that another tourist
and go
Maybe you should take a look at what became the closing vote
Hum wit a riddle caught a bum in a lie
Dumb little kiddie caught a thumb in the eye
more time!)
Freight is great (Did you think of that all by yourselves?)
Freight is great (It's so profound!)
We never sulk. We hulk the bulk.
'Cos
secret
Charles would even call it a gift
The names Manson so here ya go have some cid
Shit I don't think that's what he meant by gifts
I just wish I had
the one
Flowing up flowing up
I should be dad of the year all you bums is my sons
Potential is beaming had to claim
What was mine out of my character
Had
show me love where I come from
Did you know I'm a legend where I come from?
I was born up top
Say son son
Oh yeah bet his girl want a fun run
Oh yeah
I got a whale dick for ya
You can put it in the bum
Slap a hater in his lips
Then call him my son
OG's doin this shit like it's supposed to be done
You get it moving or sum?
I already done seen it from the slum of the slums
Take a lose then repeat it you the bum of the bums
Don't play no games know
mind
My girl i just want you by my side, ye
Make i give you one more time
Biggy bum bum use am come destroy my life
Why you come leave my life?
Make i no
On the greatest runtz
I take souls the same
Way that satan does
Turned a l into a lesson
Now the hating comes
Grinding
So I can hear mum
Say that u made it son
Talk
you not him, I'm him and y'all my sons
Because I'm different
These niggas bums, they broke don't got no funds
Because I'm different
Know I'm the shit
looking at ashes, I think of your cuz'
Yeah he dead
Aight'
Niggas so broke in New York he a bum
Age 15 but you still my son, one hand on the wheel, one hand
me
Who's the son of some well-known
He was brought in by his mother
'Cause his daddy's always gone
There's a bum from down on broadway
And a few
the black
The son of a immigrant, of course I'm gettin bread
A bum to a businessman, of course I'm not upset
And I'm my only obstacle, nobody else a threat
boy ya free paper bum it's called I got connections, like Poonanny to erections
I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections etchin'
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