Lyrics:
hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit, get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by, then you get capped
run cold
Leaving cheeks purple like an LA Laker
So much damage they call me the earthquaker
Deep in the yeast like I was your baker
Jiggling those
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had a bunch
my penmanship
This is the venom invented to finish your feelings of innocence
No one is innocent
All are infected by sin and its synonyms. Yeah
I’m
too
G-G-G-G, Shady
Shady Aftermath (yeah)
Me and Hit-Boy back on our shit, let's go
Yeah (G-G)
I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
would reach 26
Cape Town, a dark place deep behind his beauty
It makes all our toughest hoods look all sweet and fruity
So who are we to say who struggled
By Antaeus’ hands
Placed on frozen lands
Mind your steps my friend
For we’re at journey’s end
Deep down the darksome well
And far beneath
car
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your nice
But the opposite dont look twice
(You're Ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E
towers and lets
Grow us a couple flowers
They won't allow us
But our powers are bigger than what we fathom
If they told us back then then they
Know that we
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
her bags pack her bags left
Your style is A, be , see-D
E-F, G-H, I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, Q-are-S
Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals
and we'd be employed again
Basements are deep deeper than you could ever dig
I could dig once but I'm not 23 anymore
I've been practicing on cold meat
esibirsi,
non sapeva stare al mondo, quando vivere è sbancare
e poi era didascalico.
Solo i bambini, lo guardavano stupiti
ma quando capivan che non era
diggin' I'll get deep into your liver
I'm game type
Love f***in' b****es in the same night
My words are aphrodisiacs if you say 'em right
The club be
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
Ain't no more Hanes on my balls, these are Kenneth Cole
All these squares in my pictures, yeah we croppin' those
Let 'lil shawty lick my dick, I had my
ama cheque kama vile banker
Serious kinoma sichezi kama vile dancer
Na sicheki hata we ukicheka
Serious kinoma nawachora wakijichekesha
Chali yako hana
Late-night deep thoughts drowned out
By my video game
How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay
Things are pickin' back up in
Terms of buildin' my name not
All-American self-hatred runs deep
White boys all I see whenever I sleep
Niggas think I think these thoughts on purpose
But I knew 'bout NSYNC
Wind
(of my Soul) " and I'm a hard headed woman
So I've been told yeah, music's just sound
We're just ears
Why are you affected by what who hears?
If
acidic but I ain't venomous I leave at to the snakes bitch
Copyin obituaries workin on my pen-man-ship
Cause when this album finally drop we finna
mind and next time we'll see who's on it
Even my boys think I'm mashing with p's so I'm not
even shocked by the war on the streets
And they think that
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
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