Lyrics:
love her to death (my mama)
So baby girl, check this out
Tell me if you like it (my mama)
She came from a broken home
(Nothin' really positive)
Back in
be no fool I know my next step is death dude I gotta make the best move. So keep your distance please not sayin that I'm Hercules I pull it den i pop I
If you see 'em, please warn us
There's too much heat on us
10 years worth of that dope is
On me and three warrants
How you think I made it out
Stashing
nigga
Heavenly father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some gurrillas
With shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need
We walked along the barren beach,
I saw the trash but not the glass broken at my feet.
Cut myself once again, gotta stop count to ten, and relax.
of our mouth
Rhymes come out and the food goes in
If we flop then we don't win
The label takes and L, this isn't indie rap
This is ten years, stress
shatterer
I am the reaper's blade
Writhe sadistic merciless
I am become death
Caressed by pallid fingers
I am the cruelty
That chaos doth evoke
I'm the greatest rapper in the world, you who tryin' to kid, man?
I will slam dunk on your big man.
Been rappin' for years, crackin' them bears,
prince she would love and marry
They were as happy as only lovers can be
Ten years gone by in peace they were living
She couldn't know the cruel Hagen had
years
The narrator, I write like diaries and journals
Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy
Mentally takes you out your zone, I'm livin
It just goes on endlessly
Xenophobic coward's hate
And a quest for selfish gain
Keep marching on with the same old pain
Ten thousand years we've
TRUE FORCE (ft. Bernard Sumner)
Music and Lyrics by Zachery Allan Starkey
Living on the edge of night
Crawling on the edge of a knife
Ten funerals
of an archeologist
Ten years from now y'all gonna have the same busted baby momma
And them ugly ass kids
Im sorry you had to hit reality the way that you did
Listen
got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???
With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I
Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja
If sellin crack is
rappers get strangled by the loan shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober and justice, why this is my year
rockstar
Take what I got, gotta ride it or die
Haze, Molly, X, ‘till it switch off my lights
Trippin' on codeine be off for some time
Promised I quit, but my
WAY 2
TROY x NAMEBRAND
Way too lit, way too loud
They like my lingo, they like my vibe
Big boy rim, on a skinny ass tire
Shawty I’ll slide, wit that
his rusty dime
She makes ten shiny pennies without whimper or whine
And she says to her new lover, as she looks in the sky,
“That star took my sight
the champion
Cause he winning I'm winning
Sorry what was your name again?
Itz Critical til the death of it
No question about it
Its Christ that bring out
It's 10: 45 nigga
Early, niggaanytime, nigga, anytime
Woke up feeling weird from the night before
Once again, then it got me driving slow
Pulling up
On the next year, I rep to the death
Best to accept it and let go
All of them are vexed because
I'm fresh and they're retro
Depressed because I've been blessed
to the gates and see hell
Am I wasting my all years to be great dodging fear
No more waiting
Time is near, time is now
This the ten thousandth hour
I'm am here
I
our names
But we were wild as beats untamed We point ten fingers around the room
When we're really to blame And each time, I say no more
But I do
stand together, endure the weather
Together, we thankful for Malcolm X and Rosa
Martin Luther King taught us how to be soldiers
Madam C.J. Walker kept
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