Lyrics:
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
like they there, but I be knowing exactly who they are
Scared of my upbringing by a shot, can't reach me yall way off
Working knowing where I'm headed,
end up with no teeth, nigga +U Don't Know Me+
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya until ya clothes leave
Tossed it in the river like I threw
headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale!
'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin'
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
done
Deal with the heat
Choosy
Hop out the Lex
I hopped in the 3
How you gon hate on a nigga that get it
n keep it the lowest of keys?
Dead weight on my
fightin' no more
Better keep you a fire
God be talkin' to me but I
Don't be peepin' the signs
Could've got killed today
But it wasn't my time
Most of my
Dead on arrival
Swear to God I'mma kill him as if I done put my hands on the Bible
Get him cause I'm liable
to rock a motherfucker off especially
Uh yeah Jones, uh
Now we set them presidents, to get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead, we'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf
me
I should hang it up and get a job
You couldn't make a hit if you Was working with the mob
You better get your act together Clean it like a mop
should hang it up and get a job
You couldn't make a hit if you was workin' with the mob
You better get your act together, clean it like a mop
People won't
a mutherf**ker on my own two feet.
But you know I never stumble or lag last.
I'm almost home so I better haul ass.
Tearin' up everything in sight.
It's
cheddar, you're better off dead off
Yes, you can do it, cut his fuckin' head off
I got a letter from the government, the other day
They told me that
As a young guy
It’s sad to say I am sad guy
But due to the system
We live by Matt 6:11
3ye Awerehosem
Loner
Adeakye na ma dom
Obiaa ne hopes
I
a don
3 months clean now I’ll craving the bongs
Will he succeed by making these songs
Better come clean when you taking me on
Better come clean cause it’s
never again
Fairy tales fall apart in the end
cnd it don't get better with time
Sometimes you're better off dead
Coming up behind you
In the end we're
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
And the crocuses flaunted
Their upturned skirts, and a quiet roved
The beehive which when I entered
Were snugged two or three dead
Fist-sized clutches of bees
headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale!
'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin'
Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit
Cartagena
Kicking ass as I blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet.
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering.
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
only die once, you can't be dead again
Another bitch in my bed when you got here
Popped off in Delaware
Top price to fight anywhere
New years, it's
Dino’s precious sun. A Washington and a pair of smaller, shiny Washingtons shy of Franklin’s frivolous fee, only to now lie at Franklin’s syphillised feet
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