Lyrics:
Desiree's in disarray waiting for her angels to come
Where she used to feel the weight of a thousand lifetimes
Now she just feels numb
But there
to bawl
I can't believe for you I went and build the Taj Mahal
King Herod say, eh boy don't fret
You ain't see dotish for woman yet
For two thousand years
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
a long way to be here
A couple hundred thousand odd years and still we treated like we sheep and
Man it's kinda our fault, we let 'em do it to us
A cold beer's got twelve ounces
A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand
You only get so much until it's gone
Duracells in a Maglite
Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
Shredders in a riot pump leave you quadriplegic
When I squeeze don't breathe keep it
on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job
So I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
For one, I pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough
can on my shit
Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith
Man I spit a thousand rounds, your squad don't need it
Shredders in a riot pump leave you
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
Because now I have a thousand questionable answers
To a thousand unanswerable answers
And uncontrollable obsessions
That's a callback to the last record
make it boomerang
Was gossiping about me stayed focus while the rumors ran
Gave u the truth of man with all my flaws included
Beyond the music laid it
Job of the day, blasting isolation of the roof
A hundred thousand spiders steady watching what the fuck I'm doing
Job of the day, blasting isolation
Job of the day, blasting isolation of the roof
A hundred thousand spiders steady watching what the fuck I'm doing
Job of the day, blasting isolation
to rule this is commands of the Gods
Thousands of years imprisonment. Fire, iron and darkness
The void of black will expand and rule!
Creatures
your hoe, and her man don't know
Thousand degrees when you near
Let's runaway from here
Come on love let's disappear
Way too many people here
Way too
with caveman
Sat a bitch with 1 leg nigga that’s amazing
I’m at the airport chilling by the days inn
Thousand dollar bill up at Anthony’s
Baby girl go
Over two thousand years ago when
Dinosaurs ruled the land
A baby with a beard was born
And that baby became a man
And that man who was born
y'all
Shout out to all my niggas living text free
Two thousand on a roll, traps on a roll
Rollers on a roll
This year I ain't tripping like last year
bitch?
You gon' miss the rim
Fuck a hunnid thousand, couple years
Call me "Mister M"
Off White hoodie with the scribbles
And the big X
Triple S all on my
fucked over enough thousand years
That if my motherfucking nuts
Might bust right now, goodnight
Just playing, I'm omnipotent, I could fly
Good luck tryna
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
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