Lyrics:
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill Bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits, build, build
Sitting
surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill
The comment Kanye made was damn near right
But Bush hate poor people
Be 'em black or white (that's life)
Hell yeah I said it, cause Oprah won't say it
And Bill
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
All these rappers try to copy, yeah
Stick to ice, don't play no hockey, yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't
Marshall Bill
Oh, what the hell? Throw the cocktail, I smell smoke
Got the fuck out, Ice Cube lucked out
My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out
Bills, bills, bills, been spent
Kelendria rich, huh?
Sa-saucy on ice, but this shit is sweet
Go another side, that you never seen
Ice on my tides,
One time for the dream
Two times for the riches
Three times for the team
Four times for the bitches
Five times for the ice
Six times for
six jobs
Boyfriend, black eye skip school, fuck hoes
Gold chain, new clothes old car, new rims
Bills late, rent due gang signs, gangland
Blood spilled,
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
haven't an appetite, just think of Paul Revere.
By the time that they pass a bill to bring back wine and beer,
It'll be night-time in Italy and Wednesday
Black car, but the cocaine seats all white
King Push
You niggas just findin' La Madrina (Pure white cocaine)
I've been sellin' dope from La Marina (Pure
niggas..... startin' at five G's
Oh, I'm the young nigga dressed in black on black
With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black
Spillin' brains
as fast
As a slinger's pipe'll blast
Slice your ice in half
Your writes is past life
Half-life crash like
Skateboarders in half-pipes
I'm past nice
Nicer
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
the gun and cold ice
Then I'm a victim of society I got societal ills
It's harder to pay bills than pop pills
They send a brother off to fight for your
Uh, a Sun of Man letter right here, this one is written for ya'll
Another scripture, this one is written for the young black sister
(She was a run
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Handcuffed to ice, my chain is diam
Till I black out and wake up finally
Think bout the steps is easy
I never played the uzi
But I saw this so early
In my
as she keep neck&wrist lit (Ice)
If she want this black big dick (Ow)
Money make me yell Merry Dickmas
Audemars make da sausage hard (Unhuh)
A glitzed neck
Do the Shmoney Dance
Black mass Lucifer crucifixion
Hatchbacks used for drive-by shooter missions
I speak fluent in new pistols
A shoot addiction
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
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