Lyrics:
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
freaka Freaka Baby the best)
Want this drama
I'm no runner up Obama
Care for your safety
Hope for no trauma
Kobe with the ball
Black mamba
Million man
you wasn't nothin' to fear
Somethin' don't feel right out here, know what im sayin'? Check it out
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Look, my
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
battles, Glu’? True
I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- nigga
The difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier shit
Fold ya shit, left to leak
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
separate ways
You the black Al Bundy
Listen man, I'm feeling real upset today
Cause I heard you paid some niggas from Grape
Street to fuck up our battle
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
told (Told)
I'm supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul
Felt like I was born
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to
And stayin true
Tryin not to do what those fakers do
While I'm payin dues
I'm makin
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
disconnect
And disregard the founding fathers?
But you know what? Whatever it is
It don't even matter
'Cause as long as I'm alive
I'ma show and prove where
Po po po po po po
Fuck the police, they been on my ass
Cause I’m black and I’m so rich
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
Or getting bread
They wanna
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
just count me
(What's that sound)
And I see the things go by
But I'm just feeling numb is no
One here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry
They
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
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