Lyrics:
that's my fault
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I'm just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
old. What movie was he in?
I forget
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my
him in a by - street, you may see him in the square
But when a crime's discovered then Macavity's not there!
He's outwardly respectable, I know he
and sprayed Cage with 'Agent Orange'
And wiped my ass with his page in Source (here!)
The demon is here, steamin' this year
I rip Mystikal's voice box out,
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
homes.
Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.
Shut up.
Do not attempt to think or depression may accure.
Stay in your homes.
and sprayed Cage with 'Agent Orange'
And wiped my ass with his page in Source (here!)
The demon is here, steamin' this year
I rip Mystikal's voice box out,
went to a crossing, not very far from there
And there they did the same
For the agent on his knees delivered up the keys
To the outlaws, Frank an'
As the pain was dulled by the grains
Absolved by spoons in flames
In fear in time dissolving
It's not for the faint of pulse
Or anybody false
Those
"In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface, must be stopped
After being monitored by Secret Service agents for
Yeah
Who's up next
Get in line, get in line
One by one
One at a time
Step right up
Uh
Back to the basics
Lab in the basement
Rapping away when
scheme led by war-profiteering whores
Depleted uranium is a war crime
Depleted uranium is a war crime
They were throwing it away
Until they figured out
don't know what you came to see
Nigga just out here feeding my kids
Throw up the duece and let me slide on by
Cause everybody wants to be a tough guy
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
to Heaven by the hour
That the morning comes.
And papa's knocked out with his head in his lap.
Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap
'Cause he's
Macvity
There's no one like Macavity
He's a fiend in feline shape
A monster of depravity
You may meet him in a by-street
You may see him in the square
But
but I wish I were a CIA agent on the sly,
Using up my women, without even sayin' good by,
The eyes behind our tinted glasses never would cry,
Wish I
a man
To hurt those who I love
To act rock solid, and the only importance is a dolla'
Never have I ever
Agent Perry was a Mason, woah
Swallow seeds
the daughters took the sons
Cut the hair off everyone
Beaten by a Priest or Nun
Just for speaking our Native Tongue
Missing daddy missing mom
Should I stay
i'm in and out the matrix
Watch the time stops
Make my money
Then I leave
No agents firing shots
Getting head in the Aston
In my own parking spot
2
standards have lapsed
Bystanders collapsed
Come and sit on my lap
We have time for a nap
We divided our focus
Confused love for hocus pocus
I wrote you by
From the streets of Holly to West-wood
Interviewed with a vampire
Agent of a rothschild
Like cinnamon Synagogue ain’t mild
Pungent potent soap box
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