Lyrics:
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with
home I'm issued
Makeshift therapy
Keep me going till I finish school
Write my feelings down
Put them in a whole album
An amalgam of issues
Most of them
home I'm issued
Makeshift therapy
Keep me going till I finish school
Write my feelings down
Put them in a whole album
An amalgam
Of issues
Most of them
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
long cause that shit right there
Equals failure
That's why
That's why
You're the reason that
You got me
Yeah you got me
I'm still inspired by all
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
of the new album
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr.
to you and sip this pink chardonnay like
Pink chardonnay all over my white tee
It's alright I jus need ya right by me
And we think the same she act jus
what I said that I wont
I took a shot uh pink horse
Now she call me da goat
The deep throat made her hoarse
Even hurt when she moans
When she's home no
went home
And I didn't know where it'd take me
But made me so crazy in love with it
Then the universe aligned
Oh, with what I had in mind
Who knew there
the bridge
Jumped out and dove in the ditch
Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge
Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kids
I'm
you ain't really the homie (woo)
Bitch, I'll leave you by your lonely (yeah)
L-i-e and now you back on your lonely (yeah)
Fuck with me and now you
child's play
Just killed another career it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you and Amb' should ménage Friday
Pink wig,
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
child's play
Just killed another career it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you and Amb' should ménage Friday
Pink wig,
don't need to sit around and listen to the same stories
I don't need your industry boys to open doors for me
Just play a beat and hit record for me
I'm
your love
Baby you're the one
Know my home is us
It must be
They don't understand me so I'll put it simply
I come from the coldest and darkest of cities
and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album goin' be the shit baby
Ain't no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T.,
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
night all on my own
On the pink moon with a graceful tone
My own existence makes me feel so alone
Until the voices play me all of their tones
My badge is
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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