Lyrics:
pricey, but I fuck a
Different one every night, my dick shiesty
My drive-thru money is krumpin’
It's gettin' hyphe
My McDonald's order is a Litty McSpicy
the drug game
But had the cutest kid you ever seen
Then all the pressure from her mom
She stepped to Russ
Told him it's either them drugs
talkin' years ago, I could see
But it's the 90's now and rap is all about me
Listen when it comes down to rappin'
I was through with it before you
bruising my back
My therapist was hella scared like how you live through all that
Man it wasn't that bad
Me and Shawn on a mission
Be the best of the best
double Dutch
What an event, peace to Denzel
Give this man a round of applause, he do it so well [applause]
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah (Shawn Wigs)]
my mom's buick
At any given moment shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it, or stuffed with embalmin fluid
Shit, I'm going
to stop lyin'
They say conflicts is only one percent
And look at all the money rappers spent
We throw the diamonds in the screen
Nah mean?
But it affects
though we no more
Mr. Star, much love to Navi, Butcher, D-Lo, (Miss Cole)
Butcher source of Quran right now, it's all good, much love to ya!
All my
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
of an asshole?
It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right
But it's alright, it's okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with
hustle, see the grind
Nigga, do whatever it takes
To make sure I'm straight
And I'm gon' eat McDonald's
I'm gon' eat McDonald's
I'm gon' do whatever ever
niggas runnin' up
Now lay it down for me
Foreign cars for all solid broads that I know
I drive through and slide all these bum bitches McDonald's
I'm
through you and your mate
It's proven today, Armageddon's comin' sooner than late
We rappers that really blast, I know Cuban relates
50 niggas of terror,
some
Yeah we got that shit in bulk sell it by the wholesome
I pray you get through whatever you been going through
I don't pray for love
I pray for BMWs
it's all about the money)
Cause I ain't got no money to spend
Said I ain't got no, I ain't got no money to spend
They asking like Shawn why you bummy
a light and they trying to cover it
Got a powerful source and I'm plugging in
My gift is my song and just like McDonald's they loving it
Really do this for
Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad,
Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad, bad
strapped
I'ma tell a bitch she been eating Mcdonald's too much, it's making my shift hard
I work at mcdonald's so the thought of killing myself makes my dick
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
vision in post
Checking the cameras I see the abnormal
I'm pretty sure it's a goat
Checking the coast, oh boy, I'm toast
Running from Shawn he a ghost I
to trick myself
Into thinking I was being serviced by a nurse
You can't even imagine what the fuck I've been through
I'm psycho, I'll rub my own nut all
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
yo, peace God)
I started at Lamar, I'm on it again
All of my friends used to blaze in front of McDonald gym
In the 1900's (Niggaz) that I used to run
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