Lyrics:
News, their conspiracy theories (Watch)
Stop all your whinin’, your opinion irrelevant (Stop it)
Jackass got whooped, stomped by an elephant (Ugh)
In
goin down
Gettin round
I'm the spook that sat by the sound
F***ing with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain't nothing changed PE we be the same crew
as spooked as that by the sound
Fuck it with Saddam I'll bring a new saigon
Ain't nothing changed pe we be the same crew boy
Yeah that's right nine eight
show
But mayby from the madness something beautiful will grow
In a brave new world
Whit just a hand full of men
We'll start - we'll start all over again
on the track
Mix a little bit a
With a little bit of that
Then you put it all together
If I make it then it's wraps
If I make it then it's wraps
I got a text
you doing
Nothing new
I'm over here loving you
What you doing
Text me say what you doing
Loving you
You make me feel love fi true
By the time you get
to get buzzed
The game
Infested with fair weathered Friends and mental mix ups
Possessed by weakness
Seeing shadows on the walls
These are the patterns
wanna survive
Accepting they're not gunna pass that line
Accepting their demons
Defeated by feelings
Nothing to believe in
They don't wanna fly
The thangs
petty, ask Tony
By the time y'all hear this shit he might not even be...
Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new, brand
fun
New York City just for fun
Get your kicks just one by one
In New York City every way
Ben Dova: in New York City night and day
All: Live is more then
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens and she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside
nothing new
You are slipping through my fingers
And into the airwaves
Into the airwaves
It's gonna be a hard day
It's gonna be a hard day
So hang on
Don't
Runnin' up and down the hallways
I been gettin' money all day
Fuck about what the law say
(Ha)
Tryna triple what the dogs made
Private section
Yeah, jumpin' on a new wave every day, you need some aderall
Stealin' all my swag and my words, yeah you steal my sauce
But I'm still a boss, huh
up
By my fire’s damage
Old school, new school
I’m hot, I’m new
I’m lost, eventually I’ll find you
Old school, percussion
I’m hot, I’m new
A Dime
on any Beat like a addict
This what happens when it's nothing But havoc all in ya attic
I don't need a scary movie to watch
Cut the news on daily
It's
died
(Yeah)
Triple 6 to the grave
Third eye lit up
I can see the end
But I know it's gonna start again
Eh, eh
Mix some henny with the cola
I ain't talkin
Get it by my lonely
They know nothing 'bout me
They know my songs and everything but don't know my story
So many niggas gone before me,
Still, we
feeling right if it goes down
'Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
And I know it's not my time to go now
'Cause God's got my back in this showdown
So I
I be with the third stone cold killers
Say you know that plug, I'm like so nigga
Still got them drugs in the flow nigga
Okay, this for all my
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
Third-eye open, I see it all
I'm out risking it all
Somebody lose it
He told me when he squeezes the trigger it's therapeutic
Third-eye open, I see
of hours
Made it right back in two days
I might just go cop a couple new acres
I'm finna go build a new house on the hilltops
They say they listen to all
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