Lyrics:
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me
science is accurate
While your favorite rappers be
Dying by accident
In the closet like David Carradine
Who the last man standing, who survive?
How can
Ex-man lookin' at me like I'm Lucifer
'Cause he knows I will deal with the case, yes sir
If I was the last man on Earth
I would only take that girl, end
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
Yeah, yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Straight burn biscuits, baby
Yeah, give it to 'em raw, uncut
Turn them headphones up
No doubt son, no problem
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
never should have played her
You ain't wanna save her
Wish a real man had've raised her
To love herself more than compliments and paper
Hook:
I'd never
I'm banded (why E?)
Cause I'm the last man standin
"Whatever it takes how ever it gots to go down, 4 mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
Yeah,
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
can't even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I don't
seen alotta things in my life time
That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man
And not into things for cheep thrills
But all my scars heel, so
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
of death
Poly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay
biscuits
I got my eyes fixed
On all the prizes
And the wisest king
Can't compete with this cohort of queens
Cause we'll plot & scheme
By any means necessary
ina d streets like yami bolo
Yeah me do it like yami bolo
Kush ina mi system
been a steam so mi blood get distilled
By 6 this maanin a 6ix mil
Dawg man
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair
a few ounce by the biscuit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid
wake up and do it on replay again
I get up and cook up and sit by the scale I know they gone pull up
And I love to get it you call me im open like im
head now
Surprise, what a surprise
When I
Found out
Electric disco hit it
As long as I remember to stay
I know that I'll see you one day
No matter by
I can, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Goddamn, now peep the plan
Yo, y'all need to build a bridge and get over it
This shit is over with
Rollin'
disco ball
I turn that 8 ball to a brick finna ball better not come up short I need it all bitch aye yuh
G 48 blow him to chunks
Ima big bank you a lil
'm a mental patient
Finna walk in hospital with a
Grudge and a declaration:
I'm crazy and I don't even wanna
Hear niggas breath on blood respirators iSO!
Man
neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be
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