Lyrics:
like you haven't heard of me
There's insurgency
Every time I murder beats
I drop a fucking album now I'm on a fucking murder spree
I'm like the rap
it last
What we had is only what we had
Leave it in the past
Three cell phones and they all jumping
Back to back
Bitch I'm never home
A moving target
H-Town nigga home of the best
Of the real
Under Ground King nigga trill
Pimping like C putting gold in my grill
I'ma hustler baby
You gone call me crazy
the great bitch Turn me up a little bit
Now open your tunes up
And just listen to the motherfucking music bitches
Yeah J. Dean Ha-ha
Look who's back again
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
Just got back from Reno I was trailed by 20 hounds
Didn’t get to bed last night till morning came around
Set out running but I take my time
Friend
the album I dropped for the street and I re-tarred it
Crack up on it like a phone screen All the bills blue if it's green, block it
I don't need a 10 in these
Place spot at your back
And beat you in the head with it
And keep your bitch in place
Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face
Uh, I'm
basic needs
If I gotta be a Nomad that's fine by me
got bills for water and heat
That's basic needs what the fuck you mean
If I gotta be a Nomad no
it Scorcher Scorcher
Fried by tongue this ting real torture
I'll Leave no man behind
Mana back my guy my bro not Warner
Rogodooo
Retaliation rapid I
I'm Crack biatch
The same dude that made you "Lean Back"
And had that nigga Ma$e spittin' that gangsta shit
Can't wait 'til my nigga Shyne come home
Real story, like I was
I was playin' this, this record
For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin we was just chillin'
I was just playin her the album
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
the 13th I'll catch another body
Take it back a century
My body been decomposing
Ain't no telling who sent me
Sliding with the semi (Pio pio)
They say life
guess I've run out
I was 25, deciding about my come up
It took me 5 years to finally drop my album
The friends that we keep by the time we're spending
knew that
I'm Marty McFly with these albums, fam
And the new album be the almanac
Back to the future with it
I've got a MAC full of music in it
I go
this out
[verse 1]
Now here's this story about this fool
I knew from back in the day
His name was Mike, he used to kick raps around the way
I used
Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
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Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
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