Lyrics:
crummy man
We got to get this money man
(New houses), {got, got to get it}
(Real figures by the thousands), {got, got to get it}
(Big stacks for
in my Wraith
Givin' me fitted call it the 7 and 1-8
Each one of my bars smoke ya whole 16
How you trap in your mom's
Necklace and wear big jeans?
I
Gave the blindsight, the dark light, disease it was discarded
The sea was parted, staff up, the mystery is real
Symbolic mystery lifted by mystic pencils
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
serve through the wormhole
I guess I’m still learning the trickery
Breathe and I shove my key in the mystery
Jimmy the latch and attach my
Nickname
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big
led to a mismatch
When the net's distracted by Stickman
Sold on Steam? That's your boldest scheme
When they dumped your garbage on phones for free
It's
to the floor
Within a single second, I become Hardcore
I knew this morning, it would be one of those days G'
I missed them suckas again, but hit a lady
on the mic I'm un-fuck-wit-able
Invincible, official nigga who they come to
For the hardcore, art of war, rhymes that I got in store
Triple W in curo son
they said my chances were grim uh
Became big when they said my chances were slim
Now I begin the second phase, the second sun, the second wave,
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head
on a buckin' horse
Jumpin' up and down
Ain't that strange? It's a mystery
Just another twenty-four in the three-sixty-five
Twenty-four-seven glad to be
next to chicks like "What is your name?"
Hustlers big, Mustlers big
Niggas better raise they wig
Cause
[Chorus:]
My Deal, My flow, My Song
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
'Nuff Class
So To Prove To Ya All That We're Second To None
We're Gonna Make Five MCs Sounds Like One
Ya Gotta Dip Dip Dive, So So Socialize
Clean Out
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
toons
Ink overflow puppet show out to
Tear me in twos
Twelve frames a second every one
Is spellin' certain doom
Mowing through a load of goo that's
Grown
us
You'll be slain by our machine!
Think that I might go insane now
As I try to solve this mystery
But you know that in between the breakdowns
You can
four/seven we're up with the dream
All this ice on the kid
I pray that my heart don't freeze
Getting colder by the second
Mess with the squad, you can die any
to know my history?
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit
dat
Shameful
That these freak hoes
Tryna sneak attack
I need seven seconds let me grab bat and beat a rat
I sent you seven messages to back off but
girl your really gone I guess that's how it just should be
I had big plans for us today but now you're history
Today's a mystery you took pieces I miss
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