Lyrics:
the truck
But Doctor Death had lost control, he had me in his sights
So I just took off running and he chased me through the night
I've been running ever
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
There's an acne-covered teenage terror
Upstate New York blind piano prodigy
All the kids call him the next Ray Charles
And he plays in a band with his
down, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my
The doctors put to rest their scientific test
And they named me John Doe No. 24
And they all shook their heads in pity
For a world so silent and dark
a knot to my hand
As the pyramids that stand on the top of the sand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said, we need atonement
Bulletproof glass,
friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
me fuckin' not to
Then we got stuck in high school
I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Yeah
Shout to Puffy Combs, but fuck Revolt
Y'all are like
"Oh my God, you guys, it's Dr. Replay"
"Get out the way, bitch, imma give him a mo'fuckin' BJ!"
Y'all hoes, shut the fuck up!
Cuz Dr. Replay be
count Fosco enters solemnly
Carrying his doctor's bag)
Miss Halcombe mi dispiace i'm
So terribly sorry
There is no easy way to say this your sister
She
No time for laughter, this shit's for real
Ribs are showing through my back cause I haven't had a meal
In about a week, you can see bones in my hands
by the jakes
Had the work tucked, guns in the truck
Licenses suspended, but remember
All I do is beat the case
All I do is beat the case
All I
Charles Barkley would be
played by Marcus Garvey
he'd be throwin people off his back and makin
sure they never got a rebound rebound / and
he'd throw it
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
his cap'n
Lightnin' was in his eye
Cap'n, bet yo' las' red cent on me
Fo' I'll beat it to de bottom or I'll die, Lawd, Law
I'll beat it to de bottom
just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my
having a rub-a-de-dub all by himself in bed.
Oh, he was having a rub-a-de-dub all by himself in bed.
Now the Baker's boy to the doctor's went
Some
still shining
Is 2pm late enough?
I don't know
I'll get back in bed
Captain America takes a swing at Doctor Strange
They've gotten quite confused
At who's
leaf in the jam jar
Yo
Before you season the food you season the pan
We believe in the truth then believe in the man
Sit a man down, that's his reason
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[Dr. Dre]
Yea, y'all know what time it is. Easy motherfucking E is in the house doing
Damage
[Eazy E]
The name is Eazy for me to come off like
caution or get scorched by this torch fool
I been so lost in the sauce with feelings all that poured out of my cup got me feeling awful
Still I got no
out of hand
Instead of me (stay alive)
He promotes
Charles Lee
Makes him second-in-command
I'm a General
Whee
Yeah
He's not the choice I
up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
'Til it melts in his fucking palms and dissolves in his
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