Lyrics:
Pay the price here
Yuh
You wanna bet
Cause the gamble is life here
Yuh
Really
You can get the illusion of it sticking
By for example
Cycling the same
legs at night
I'm sorry I'm not your baby mama
I'm sorry you got karma comin' to you
Collect and soak in it right
Warm enough for ya outside baby,
kid
Love is as blind as it gets, I cleared my mind
But I can't forget, all the time we spent
Or how much you meant to me, I'm easily
Weakening, weasel
you don't belong
And your companion
Will not help you to navigate
For fear she may be wrong
And you're powered by
The hopeful lie
That it's just
fill you up
I rather hit the church not the club imma turn it up
Turn away from sin like dang we done had enough
Enough is enough
Enough is enough
Enough
"today"
But all we had was "now", there
Not even yesterday
We never thought of time
Or fear sometime we'll die
It was our heart that would decide
If it was
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
"Why is she so small?"
"Monty, make it stop"
Mister Roberts choked on a yoghurt
Mister Beezles mauled by weasels
If you're after buckets of gore
Rollin' down the highway,
Runnin' by the cotton fields
Saw a sign I know I want to see again
Pretty young woman wearing skin-tight britches
if you ready or not
Aye AYO
To be black man it's real tough
I'm here to wake yall ass up
I'm tired of the blank minds and hard lies
Oh man got damn
master splinter
She so big that her clothes do not fit her
Talkin yo shit but I'm keepin it cute
Slicing yo ass guess I am I sinner
You getting loud now
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
nights in the city)
Word up, don't be out here slippin
You might not get up
(Hardcore nights in the city)
Times is rough
And if it ain't rough it ain't
it is can you tell the sun that I'll be hanging by my feet
'Cause nobody believed in bats
Or at least not me
If I'm bound to this rock
Maybe they can
protest to presets
That rejects affect enough to reverb
Sun's out
We out
Hot summer day
Rubber melted on asphalt
Tires screeching loudly
Sharp metal at my
whatever your backpacking cyphering name is
Had I not opened a magazine and seen what you say in it
I'd never involved you
But you had to add your two
While I was down in W.D.C.
Certain folks were not glad to see me
I just tried to get out the vote
But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em
a rare breed never too impaired to read
But impaired by greed as I prepare for a seed
It's been sworn that since the day I was born
I'm here to swarm
don't see you
Eyes closed where's the evil? mouth closed can't feed you
No clone can't be you, ima beast not a weasel
More me not equal, take ya seat ima
Aw yeah word up word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this...
I'm right in front of my front
and daughters
My soul would never still be satisfied
It's not enough, it's not enough
I could walk the world forever
Till my shoes were filled with blood
It's
cll the support trust me I'm grateful I can't wait till it translate into views
Personally I'm here stacking my catalogue I don't mind not blowing
come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
All my niggas with it (yeah), all
goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look
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