Lyrics:
my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
like they Lizzie woah
you getting mad i get busy woah
not from this planet i kill these shows
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
lucky number sleven how i pull up with
like they Lizzie woah
you getting mad i get busy woah
not from this planet i kill these shows
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
lucky number sleven how i pull up with
makeup
She wanna make love only when Her friends busy with loved ones
She fucked me by saying trust is the issue
It wasn't about trust your priorities were
life's been tough
Self-harm for me is when I fuck rough
Drag me by my hair then use a handcuff
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
When u die you go
demons
That some people can't face
Since they too busy with the case
They can't seem to erase
That's just life
Got me up thinkin' late at night
'Bout my
to the sidewalk.
Nobody cleaned it. Now, people can't wait to clean up their dog shit. I've got a neighbor with a little dog. He's like a ninja. He puts a blue
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
right now I need to a little time for a spirit cleanse
They say it's good for creatives who like rhyming
Fuck the pressure, cause nigga I don't even like
over and so is the coke
But the preacher's real busy just tryin to provoke
The people to give at last one Sunday
Perhaps it can make live better for
shorty life passes by when you're busy
Making plans I'm a bigger man, a veteran, a business man, a gentleman,
I know you're so sick and tired of my
'cause you're my shorty 'cause you're my shorty
Life passes by when you're busy makin' plans
I'm a bigger man, a veteran
A businessman, a gentleman
I know
Listen, let that music hit you for about 5 seconds
You know lot of things in life
Which the people need to get, need to get our weight up
Together
are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your ???
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it
by the second I came in first but a nigga was second working hard sometimes I'm steady sweating I'm tryna get to the bag so I'm stepping I'm balling
scared that I'm out of time
'Cause my body is feeling weaker
By the week, day, hour, minute, seconds that I rhyme
I hate money, need it but cheddar tastes
These People be sayin
|they prayin| to God|
Way they behavin|
They seem| like a fraud|
Always be| sayin|
That they will be changed|
Way they
Better think before you slide with that
In my city, boy they ride with that
I don’t think I got time like that
Too busy tryna watch my back
Moving in
And the gangsta bitches
And you uptight witches
The 7-7-7 D, proper stopper
Boot knocker, skin dropper
Regular hip hopper
Back in effect so put the dough in
getting embarrasing right?
You take a second while you're doing the exchange.
You just look around for a second and there's people EVERYWHERE.
They're like
tryna do is live this life
Always thinking about the fact
My people gotta suffer outa sight
Some others living
All they say is name your price
Never
don't feel me, like a quad I'm going postal
Five seconds 'til I say something antisocial
(Five, four, three, two, one)
Fuck people I hate 'em
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