Lyrics:
and tired
(bloated and tired)
It goes keen cohorts condense at high noon
To force every rattlesnake to
Beat the dead horse (horse) aesop Rock
Premiere
Rock this mic
Jody Breeze, Young Jeezy, Big Gee, Duke
Eazy E, Wiz, Block ENT
Boyz N Da Hood, Bad Boy, E Serm, let's go
From the A all the way
got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cuz lady was chill
Then we dipped to the theatre
dog
Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff
Run! I will not get bagged on the rock
Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops
Run!
me on a rock
Called me by Your Name
And made my heart whole again
Lifted up
And my knees know it's all for Your glory
That I might stand
With
me on a rock
Called me by Your Name
And made my heart whole again
Lifted up
And my knees know it's all for Your glory
That I might stand
With
Spyder cockpit
It's Jacob Custom makes me fire watches
Inspired by Cool J drivin' Saabs
With Cut Creator right beside him drivin' Mazdas
I was labeled
I'm Violent J
I breath toxic fumes and throw my lungs up
all over your brand new patten-leather penny loafers
You fuck!
I'm 2dope
I got sick ass
Balls talk since day one
Used to play the block with a rock J...
Was too young hoping my day come
Now I'm pulling up with the baddest
So bad that she made
posters up all over the block
How you 'posed to pose for the photos when opps takin' the shots?
Got 'em open with the bars
Don't end up over the rocks
I just wanna be you
I want to be dead inside
Have a rock in place of a fucking heart
Rip my soul in parts
Watch my world fall apart
Blood stained
a pussy nigga try to creep up
I'ma just get to boomin' like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in the beater
Sippin' the wock pour a 4 in the liter
You could
like a speaker
Roll a dead nigga up in da beater
Sippin the Wok pour ah 4 ina liter
You can keep her I just wanted to hit
It dat bitch know ian never
slicker than your sista'.
Turn down the lights she got hit by the vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your joint
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
and cop that
I'll show you where the rock at
Show you where Eazy E and Dr. Dre get shop at
Same place Ronnie King got beat by the cops at;
That was '92,
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are
That's ran by greed
Money and the power
For me I'm a survivor
I do what I have to and only God can judge me for that
So before you cash your stones down
now and fed by fear
The beast has been awakened now
They all think it's just pretend
You'll never ever sleep again
All your friends are fucking dead
John Waynes dead Ned Kelly got hanged
Josephine said Napoleon ran out
Brynner don't smoke Judys in the bag
Heston is a joke Hudson's in drag
Did
to come and rock it till we dead gone
I know we spit that shit, and some don't like it
But bone just keepin' it real
Wrong is wrong, right is right
going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm
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