Lyrics:
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
alot by myself
Probably why I dont ever ask for help no more
(Yeah)
Would you catch me if I fall, yeah
Made my own way through it
Yeah Im bad with my words,
i'll hop in front and drive
This bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like
a drive-by on a church
Got 30's and ratchets, AR with attachments
We kill em we catch em
Threw on my dog on em he fetch him
He was at home alone he stressin
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
stackin
I made a new album, fourteen times
Hoes screamin out Too $hort keep rhymin
I got rich screamin BITCH
My favorite word; I hear it on - E
ogni singolo giorno
Ho soltanto hit
Tipo che cazzo è un singolo pronto?
Ho reagito ad ogni singolo affronto
Sono testardo
Cosa sò l'ho capito sbagliando
not involved
I'm cooking in the kitchen after this I hit the mall
I'm looking fine as ever so you know I catch em all
I say I got jays but I'm be
wanna we can bang or if you wanna catch a movement nigga we can catch a fade
I'ma always run it up until a nigga getting paid and all you do is hit licks
coppin' that shit
Yeah, you know I make it happen They ain't never catch me lackin
My dick and the lips, they be smackin' I don't play it by my faction
We
Yeah ha.. we vibin'
Channel livin' all day ha see'mon
Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d
??
Sniff a whole key
My coke deep
Be my conscious tellin' me
chain, catch him hold him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight
Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished
on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Styles P:]
I can't be humble, e
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are running wild
much solace
Like 30 days when that EBT hits your wallet
I wonder if I'm live in dream, moe
My corneas are open and I'm so foco
I guess its real cuz don't
I be in it like, "Oh," that's my shit
Hit it from the back, she like, "That's my dick"
Tattoo the guato 'cause that's my clique
Oh, man, I think I
We're disk jockeys
Gotta watch my back when I be out
Can't get big papi'd
When one album go and hit plat
We can live off it
Cuz I'm way too close like
bein' a G
Girl I might catch you might tear of a teeth
Conquer dis' shit like I'm Robert E. Lee
Little Gucc Boi cos' I'm wearing Gucci
I got a big dick, I
I know you a real one ?
So maybe you'll feel when I'm telling you this
You know this game, you've sat on that bench
6 by 9 cell and it's smelling
like they sippin' on Sizzurp
Shirt open 'cause I did some crunches
I been eatin' salads for my lunches
DM hittin' by the bunches
Gon' stream my album
bout to change now
Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now
Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now
Uh, y'all see I'm in
Confidence
No Visa new continents
When ma New album turn dem anthem anthem
Ah wan dey chill with man dem steady toping the charts endorsements signings
All
10
Yea
Don't speak on my work rate
Even when you can't catch up with the word play
Independent never need no workmate
Raised in the game better know
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