Lyrics:
my Triangle leave da Circles for Squares & Kettles
Every Damn Time I Was Down Or Been Lost
Surrounded By Trickery I Can Touch But It Cost
Surrounded
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
(Chorus 2x): All you can eat!
(Verse 1):
(Prince Markie D): $3.99 for all you can eat?
Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat!
(Kool Rock Ski):
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
up her bed
Now she stays on the phone begging SwipeR for an egg
Sweat by the stove I have been baking this bread
It's all on my own I ain't breaking no
cancer or AIDS, or why the health food store I go to keeps getting harassed by federal authorities for selling herbal medicines.
Meanwhile, guess who
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Ain't got shit to loose only to gain
When you at the top of the food chain
By any means, don't ever look back
'Cause when you grow up, they say that you
bitch gon' dress like a pinata for
Halloween cause she let e'rybody hit
I walk in ya front door leave e'rybody hit
Even the family pet three rounds all
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
yet you wanna put a hole in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free
You lay a hand on Hov, my shooters shoot for free
I promise World War three
two, three
Donald Trump and Donald Tramp living in the men's shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing "Helter Skelter"
He asks for a dollar you
you let me come home, I'll never do wrong
Baby baby baby I'll do right by you
Baby I'll do right by you
Baby baby baby I'm the one for you
Baby I'll do
Yo fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, living irrelevant
The most benevolent king,
made 15 G's
Not bad without a college degree
I'm only 19 pro skatin' was the dream
Sponsored by Mugillikuty
Tryna make a name for myself put food up
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
ti de
Before I start I had to sharpen my blade
Suddenly! Eja nla ni mi see food for my plate
Because enjoyment na order for the day
See as I burst
ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from
Money over hoes (that guap) 3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young
may be backed by the Army of Artifacts
By the time that I’ve enacted a pact
I’ll have made some history
I may be sued for breach of contract
But
I never put attachments on my glock, I'm scared of fed cases
But nowadays I got the flashlight and the blue laser
I thank God every day for my food
while I spit this
With the quickness to get ill
Straight on some mental shit
But for these three, this is more like a mentor-ship
While I teach these
As the truth flying naked / fair game unless your scared of heights.
3x scared of heights
Food chain left 'em paralyzed
Somethings guiding me
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