Lyrics:
a bad ting good
Rastamouse never fuss, Rastamouse ain't square
Man take life easy, man take life slow
And when dem drop the music, man you better
alive
You better buckle up my car can go 65
You like to cruise to tunes, well my sound system is great
We can play your favorite jams as long as you have
Couldn't stand to be the middle man
Withstand
So much to unpack just like a mini van
How you going to settle for spam music your being fed
Tell
mother's dick, asshole
" all that shit hit it DMX
Check it out now, to my man, KRS-One
To my all time brother Scott La Rock
He's in here forever right about
watch you parachute down and gettin clowned to the firm
The better term, D.S.
Comin from Downtown, y'all know the rest
When proper science is too deep, I
won't stop til your whole frame is deceased
Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn through molecules
It's possible rockin you from your
just like Duke, man
We killed many men, spin a bend, spin a bend
I'm killin' with these ends, drop a ten
Drop a ten
We killed many men, spin a bend,
Amtrak?
They don't care about this virus, really, flights are jam-packed
Everybody gotta go and get a vaccine when I'm askin', you better have a stamp
Hawaiian Punch giant
Foot print will make you all
Hold hands jet fighters crash
We need a better plan
These monsters making messes man
I hope they clean it
and reading and writing and thinking all this smart shit
You're flying man
Yeah
Man
Flow like I should've been on the 09 Freshman cover
But I was at Laurel
Sitting with the thinker, trying to work it out
It's a traffic jam of the brain, makes you want to scream and shout
Presidential party, no one
fight club, fight club, fight club, fight club
came back
back in the game but i hate rap
ca hes wack
an they whack
make sure your tune sells better
Boutta medicate, gotta better way
To play with all my victims
Pick ‘em up, and hit ‘em with another bar
cnd they addicted, damn
What the hell do I know?
that m&p shield under my damn shirt
Catch that Pearl Street two piece prove that my hands work
No tough talk, if you know me trust thats how I give it up
With her straight down and her pride real high
And her six inch heels when she walk by
Let's not move too fast let's take it slow
Where you wanna go
pieces saying life is a puzzle
Seen my people sitting by the television station
Waiting on the lottery numbers to save them from hustling
Gunshots
( Verse 1 )
I don't even know what you saw in me
Could have had a man with a law degree
A house on the hill is where you oughta be
Spendin money like
debt
Moving sloppy like a spoon tryna scoop out the lead
Snoozing zombies angered by the fools till death
Might take a tool to bed might never move
gonna borrow that bootie
Hustling deals like Mickey Man cootie
When I wake up I like a pound of bacon
Start off the day with my arteries shaking
Rock,
people be schemin for a buck
Watch out, pray for luck that you won't get stuck
By a mob or a crew or a Clan but if it's one man
Let the shit hit the fan
ready to blam somethin'
This thirty not made by Glock, I hope this bitch don't jam
In the hood with all this cheese on me (on one, bitch)
See a fuck
to know this
A better man, still kinda hopeless
Scratches "Life shouldn't be so rough"
It's like clockwork, and such is life
This is not work, when I'm
the gristle
And if you blow the whistle
The darkness will feast on ya simple little
Plan to please the middle man
In a pickle jam
Rolling around in a substance
that already know ? my foes
I celebrate with a 3-by-3 ounces of mochaccino (Yeah yeah)
If you're for me ? don't even call me a hero
I'm just a simple man
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