Lyrics:
you'se a half a man
Flyer than all our dogs, El Capitan
I do hit how I'm 'posed, raise a toast
Pull these niggas by their coats, it's that riot with
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
a toddler with a slingshot
For example:
I got cornered by a salesman at a farmers market booth
Selling cheap ceramic bowls meant for dogs to eat their food
I
doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others
Keep updated on all kind of rubbers
Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic
One day he'll
Get mad Give a fuck if you leave
Not without another trick up the sleeve
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash
Imma just empty the clip
And hope that something get hit
If the gods see fit
It don't hit my spirit, I don't pretend
Raise my fingers and dip real
raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated, if this is fate
I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we waited
Though it takes time to build
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
day he'll open a school for prophylactics
They don't know... (He is the Super Hoe)
Up in Rochester on DKX
WDKX, now DK-Sex
We were bein
of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing in
you crazy, will they sell me?
Hell, naw! For reason this weepin' widow be the demon so cheap
And at least she peepin' go peep deep dead in yo
here trying to solve myself
Feeling discrepancy between what I have seen and what I've felt
We're all searching for our own versions of heaven over hell
been waiting all year just to meet ya
itll be a real special occaision if you come along
were gonna go trick or treating
RAISE ME UP!
Down by
Told Q “get the chicken I'ma get the fire right”
Need bills for these bills piling
Cheap thrills for the will power stoned pyrite by night
The reel
Where the Flav? WTF payback music
Who the hell they be tellin' you?
What the F they be sellin' you?
Why the hell do you believe when
You go where you
come hell high water
School of all in alma mater
Can't stop her once you start her
Good luck outliving my love
Mama didn't raise no quitter
I'm a born
hit me through text messages
Begging me fuck trying to schedule it like I'm selling dick
Tell a trick, "That shit for kids" and then I tell em "Dip!"
a twister
The setting is a sinister slum where sex ain't sacred
By thirteen she was pro-active and naked
Had a gift to give but she would tend a path not
fight your brother, we're gonna fight until you lose
We're gonna raise a lot of trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of Hell
From every dingy basement
fight until you lose
We're gonna raise a lot trouble, we're gonna raise a lot of hell
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
Every dragging
My niggas want money, My niggas want power
Keep this shit jumping every second every hour
My niggas gone blaze it up, heavy Chevy's raise them up
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
I was born to raise hell
I was born to be alive
I was raised to do well
Walking by my father's side
Now I'm going down the Nile
To see where my
another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock
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