Lyrics:
it's me
Now, let me educate you with my conscious poetry
Me want, me want, me want, me want, me want no whack rap
Me want, me want, me want, me want,
&
Gudda to eat a few niggas back up
Murder Murder Steel Steel uh huuuh
Holla at ya dude
Call the coronor man the track
Has just been murded
Check me out
I,
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
that's not made out of wood
Like going up and not coming down
Is just like the beat without the sound no sound
To the beat beat, ya do the freak
listening to rap that Is conscious
And maybe you just can't see it
I ain't got no fucking self esteem
So I'm all alone, by myself
Smoking all this weed
I-I-I-I-I'm with my twin, finna blow me a bag up in Louis
Then go cop a crib on the North side
1500, that's the gang, no, I cannot switch on my brothers
it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper to a pastor
I'm like
could swig it
Guns, stand them up they be as tall as midgets
O.k, I'll rap a little faster
But do I really sound like I turned from a rapper
surgin out, burnin towns, going all out
The automatic track flipper, yak sipper, Fatlipper with the Gab how ya love that (word-up)
Mercedes vehicular,
it
They burnin' my CDs, burnin' my CD, well they burning my CDs made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matta what (no matta wat)
Every
roll
Say dem try fi separate we
Me no want no crack fi smoke
Gimme the ital in my brain
And let it light up in my dome
A nuh me alone one
throw her legs on your shoulders like she took up yoga
And some bitches be burnin, you niggas know the half
If you open up they pussy, you can see
In life brother
That's what my uncle always too say
Now a year after he's gone
I think I finally know what he meant by that
In life my brother
Coast flow is different than the East
But it ain't no different in the street
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by
day we was lit fuck corona Mayday you get hit cross that corner
Do a hit by myself ima loner
Play around you get parked dats crotona
Together brothers
the booth three days in a row three hits I call that hattrick
Not gon' lie my brother, you been working too
But your vocals sound like adlibs (Bitch)
No go if
They gave him 42 for shootin
Niggas out in broad day
Really with this crippin think I care
Bout what this fraud say
Out burnin dina with my nigga El
seen me cryin
Ain't u seen how erybody
Want the worst from me
Ion got no age on my rap
Least that's what tretch say
Ion got no strength in my dap
Like u
now
I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son,
(Brother tell me if it's on, it's on)
Now hip-hop was a gift that lifted up
Loved rap 'til the companies ripped it up
Now the soul is set, we've been
You know I grew up with
Five sisters and no brothers
I'd be in Sunday school
And they tell us stories of Caine and Abel
You know the first murder
that's what she told us
Hol' up, brother, don't get yourself tore up
Collect yourself, before you step to us (you step to us)
Realize no conflict is
flashbacks
Ryan gon give 'em the rap track bring on the trap act
This lil' bitch tried to play me as a goofy
So I'm with her bestfriend finna make a movie
.jpg/300px-Jonas_Brothers_4th_of_July_Show_Taping_in_Cleveland_(51277060141).jpg "Jonas Brothers")
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