Lyrics:
out that I'm recruitin' (The Butcher comin', nigga)
We throw so many clips, that way, we can make movers (brrt)
Brick in the car three lanes away from
I can)
Being patient for it like a fisherman (patience)
On the hook swing away like I'm Spider-Man (thwip thwip )
In my mind ain't nobody better than
a fisherman (patience)
On da hook swing away like I'm Spider-Man (thwip thwip )
In my mind ain't nobody better than
Ain't nobody better than me
(Nigga)
Getting
[Slug]
Seven in the morning police at my door
But I spent last night on someone else's floor
Out the back window didn't know where I was
I was still
you
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful
But
"Name and last three!" Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
In
Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed
the raw meat
Yeah it's in me and it's on me Always see me by myself
I told you I'm a one man army I got one casket
Three seconds left on the clock You got
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
God’s always in control
It’s okay
Young Man. Chin Up
You fell down? Then get up
Pressure heavy
Don’t give up
Take that weight, and lift up
Build that
One, two, three, four!
Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command
My gold lies in a foreign land, buried deep beneath the sand
a seven
Reminisce like MAry
Life is a gift
We getting money living merry
No Christmas
But shawty write out ur wish list
And top these sun days on this
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick Hip Hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten
masked up, posing with expensive clothes and see it in my eyes yo I'm so bothered, this the product of a man who doesn't know his father, lost fathers...
[Crunchy Black]
there's no cries in my life
there's no game that i would play
some people say that if you play a game
then man you get em played
back
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
me one more
Beer five and I'm comin' alive
Beer six, man that went down quick
Seven, eight, nine, I'm feelin' fine
And by number ten life's good
Shit, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
Shit, man
Smooth, man
I'm a fuckin' smooth mover, ugh
Yo if I didn't say it's me you
a hard life nigga only thugs survive
Ain't no love, unless a nigga slangin' drugs or high
Conversations with these bitches on my Mobil
Always in control
it)
Or M. I. A. (grind it)
Living by one motto.
‘cause I hustle for today. So I can grind it hard for tomorrow
[Verse 3]
(Grinding) In the morning.
Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
This is Tony's Angels
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover
a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY
I'll send you an invite
mysterious ways
We're chasing waterfalls and wonder-walls
My jewel, you were meant for me so save my soul
Add seven Mary three plus 98 degrees
Eve 6 times
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