Lyrics:
All these fucking drug addicts with their whack thug habits
I'd wish they'd go missin' like Trump's taxes
Ha speak of the devil, don't bring up
I'd love to make a real crime scene
Fuck all y'all who think I'm lying
I'ma make the game my broad, see
Yeah yeah
Pour up, mixing liquor pouring more up
If you ain't never switched on me then where would we be
Supposed to run it together, guess it's all on me now
If I ain't treat you like family
Balmain jeans on
Usually I’m amiri’d out
Look at my wrist (aw)
Ima have to ice it out
Run it up and keep going
I don’t think they hear me out
I take
much more to do
And, Proof, I'm truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
The thought of no more me and you
You gave me shoes, Nikes like
break it
A crown I'm finna take it
Words control the room but I still treat it like it's sacred
Treat it like it's sacred
With these lord approvin'
was pushin' dimes
Searchin for a jail cell
Exposure sealed in overtime
Left me cold lonely by the age I was two
Being punished for the things that would
'til I can't no more
Sexual assault survivor, but I don't wanna recount that
I'd rather spend my time watchin' sand fall down the hourglass
Sand falling
of you needing further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one
Listen to the song "How to Roll a Blunt"
But until then, you shall
I saw your girl by MC New York slick D
Copyright, all rights reserved boy!
In eighty-eight
Ayy yo, don't want to diss you
but your girl's a freak
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
twice a year at the National Guard Armory
Or the old school house we'd go see
The Blackwood Brothers who were coming to town
To sing especially for me.
poet that you know it would
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
care no more
I ain't care no more
rhyme scheme impeccable
Unpickable
If petter piper picking it
It gon pick his brain
Scar it like potter
And Remold it
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
in her skirt
She like a blooper, yeah she like to squirt
She love my smile, I don't need to flirt
She treat my texts like an amber alert
The opps
I'm a psycho
I'm a terrorist, spreading nitrous oxide through the air
Through the freqency and bass
Breathe it in, play the album
Let the songs touch
some time to give credit where credit due
I know there would never be no me if it wasn't for you
If I had a dollar for every time I was complimented
I'd
Back on my time
Once I pick up the mic
Y'all can lay back on y'all spine
I'd kill ya whole album with a
6 second vine
I ain't even tryin
Y'all mad cuz I
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
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