Lyrics:
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
a killer
I can't wait to see what rumor they reveal in the tabloids
Snap another picture at me, I'll break your f Android
The camera's a narcotic, and I'm
A f***ing night mare
Getting high
Let me see the sun rise and fall
This is for my dogs
Down to die for yours
Extreme Venom
No mercy
When we all up in 'em
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
What you laughin at nigga don't get your b***h ass rushed
CHORUS
[Tray Deee]
As a child I was wild as f**k, and down to dump
And kept a sawed off brown
because I
Like the windows and looking
Outside and stuff
And I think why the album has
Such a bright tone to it
Yo
You got cum in your ear laughs
Is y'all ready to go up in here?
Aiight, pull the black mask down
We bout to rush the door
(Ah shit, hide your jewelry)
I told y'all we was coming
Yo
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my
a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin' at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my
made in the past they were f*ckin trash
Now I'm coming back with an album
You know I never rest I just keep on improving
So you better get moving
What's
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
your third I’m giving sight to the blind
These devils wanna burn my house down I rebuke
I’m sitting by the door plotting war I’m the spook
These schools
play dumb, Oh！kick your mama to-to the death
Nigga bull-bullshit, than he took me to the king
A sharp look is enough to kill you, care your life(Ya?)
play dumb, Oh！kick your mama to-to the death
Nigga bull-bullshit, than he took me to the king
A sharp look is enough to kill you, care your life(Ya?)
11th that sh** is tragic
Wait, I should save this sh** for the album
F*** it, I won't get in the middle of it like Malcolm
Known to be a monster like Ben
with lyrics
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic
They stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my
that?)
He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I
Paint these
dope
And they say I'm the one
So I gotta give em hope
I said all these niggas want is your L.I.F.E
When you all alone can't nobody ever see
Rest in
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
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