Lyrics:
50 my aka is two gun Charlie
Find me up at 4 in the
Mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo projects
By your staircase door
Come out! Come
some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you
as one
We will overcome, overcome
Allah let me lay in your arms
Hold me like a newborn, sing to me the most sweetest songs
The exalted, the most
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
the sun setting
And on our way back in the monorail when you sat on me
As I kissed your back there was no other place I would rather be
And as the time goes
or nothing
Siran wrap vaseline
Pyrex pots balance beams
Sandwich bags Arm and Hammer
With a Digitz Scale on a magazine Legitimize your hustle nigga
And make
little own world
I'm in my little own world
I'm in my little own world
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Eat by myself
All by myself
Dance by myself
Live by
ain't havin' it
Leave me the fuck alone, you gets none of this
It's suicidal, you lose your title like Doug-las
'Cause I'm nothin' nice and, I'm
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
open and barf in it
I'll cum in your moms box and
Let my cock spar with it
Put something hard in it, go hard in it
Then pull out then stick my whole arm
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
at you
You had a way so familiar
But I could not recognize
'Cause you had blood on your face
And I had blood in my eyes
But I could swear by your
with their bodies off in your trunk
To me the cards is not belong I use that strong arm robbery
Robbin spree, look at me, W-M-B
Backwards, takin you
in Toronto
Then who gon' back up the guard like VanVleet?
You really let the fame go to your head (For real)
Hope you know what you said (What?)
takes its toll
The load is getting lighter
When I'm in your arms
Just squeeze a little tighter
When I'm in your arms
In your arms
In your arms
Got barrels full of shit she been dyin for
Shot arrows in the air for the art of war
Swing a hammer in this bitch like my name thor
Mc hammer in this
Skeeter & my name is Doug (Doug)
Funnie (Funnie)
Gettin' (gettin')
Money (money)
Back in '08 they called me Old School Money
Man I pop like some soda in
Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
A$AP.Rocky, the one that I could get it
Onion in the pocket like a booty
of what arms do, a true street's disciple
From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me
"Yo, the world is yours
vocals/Doug Hammer, piano/ Peter Kontrimas, bass/ Jim Lattini, drums/Mike Ringquist, percussion.
LYRICS
Everywhere -in my dreams- you appear.
So familiar
I'm such a Doug guess makes you patty mayonnaise
Even if i never show it know i got your back like always
We're Such a tandom looking finer than
your blessings
Is dying worth everything you done lived for?
Ran out of Arm & Hammer, get more, was piss poor
I can't even add up all the clothing
the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MC's of all types
Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fucking
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