Lyrics:
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
I remember once as a boy of nine
My sister eating glass
Though she thought it strange
For a glucose fruit
She enjoyed the taste it had
Having
jams Method Man by Wu-Tang
Comin funkadelik cuz I grooves thats my nation
When I grabs the mic I gets the sennn-sation
Flip the script like a angry actor
Fathers & mothers, children, sisters & brothers
Pimps & hustlers, gangsters, riches & busters
There's no justice, I'm on some fiending by the thug shit
school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys
med-I-cal.
It's survival of the fittest, as the milineum approaches.
By then the only existing life on Earth is real niggaz and roaches.
But see,
I'm colder
bunz bunz (sh-she got)
Bunz, bunz bunz (said she got)
I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
So if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm a get up
family
[Jhaz]
why'all want no lovin' to a sister flowin'
Face me, you claim to be the sweetest
But the style I flex is crazy, never again no
to the park off in bunches
Mom's chillin out with her sister and pops
Kaos in the front gettin sweated by cops
Shootin hoops at the ( ? ), take the bus
the running, I'm gunning and they're ain't no way they going to miss you
M.O.B. are my niggaz, and when we come, we come hella deep
We stomping your ass
checked my pistol
Then I hit my sack and grabbed the phone
Think I better call my sister 'cause I need mo' gats
Nigga just bounced of prison and made
blinded by the liquor and weed
I made a change in my life and got some get right
Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight
I respect the words
a clear mind and firm courage
o ring upon my finger, little golden ring
devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart
sisters come adorn me, banish
you forever
Love don't live here anymore
Love just walked out the door
No L-O-V-E
The ones I thought loved me changed on me (la-la-la-la)
Love
1:19 Unk - "Walk It Out"
1:59 Twisted Sister - "We're Not Gonna Take It"
2:04 Huey Lewis and the News - "The Heart of Rock & Roll"
2:13 Lil Mama -
slam it shut, "Marv, what up
Let me get a bag of ice and a stack of plastic cups"
For a minute we chat 'bout life and all o that
then we dap. "Check you
through the layers of smog
Feeling down by law like I was Jim Jarmusch
Pictures in my brain just like Diane Arbus
Too much combustion gets my brain
still we got enough sense to never bust 'em too fast
And now I'm runnin a roll call, startin with D
Big Doc and Yon, K-Cloud and E
Young (?) Rich-O
soon agree
That I've got no flaws 'cause I'm down by law when it comes to rockin' viciously, you see
'Cause when I was a little baby boy, my mama gave
money was a work of art, I would've wiped it off onto my smock
I get paid at half past nine, and it's gone by ten o'clock
I borrow pennies from Peter
eye to eye with my twin
P-s-y-c-h-o Capone tryna keep it low
The sense of human dope holes in clothes
Wore a cloak of facade talk loud
But the dark side
makes you want to stop.
But? (I know you, and you know me)
C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D.
That's deep as I look at all the videos.
Wack stage
march and hold hands like M-L-K
The nigga in me like Malcolm little said 'all means necessary'
So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready
I got my
a fight for survival and a
Prayer not to die
The reasons they are great
Is their ability to rhyme
And it's the O.G style
Before we were introduced to slime
.jpg/208px-John_Lennon_1969_(cropped).jpg "John Lennon")
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