Lyrics:
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Let's begin
What where why or when
Will all be explained
Why destruction is a game
See I'm not insane
In fact I'm kind of rational
it gon be today? (Let's see)
The yellow Benz or the red Navi'
Iny, miny, ony, mo
That's the way I pick when I'm ready to roll
Murph Dert got
This ain't no red flag
Shooters in red rags
Looters in Hermes
Mask on you still see I'm the future
But I had to learn not to judge a man by his past
a stop all that
By shooting for the knees.
Redrum is Audi 5OOO G.
Kelly Park started in '85 and ended in '93.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuu loooove,
Aye, we some lads in the hood (eshay)
Love my shanks and shivs but still got gats like boys in the hood (eetswa)
Who wants beef when us boys here
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
the artist behind the music
I might do a pop up exhibition
And get the streets & high society to put a red dot by this piece
If y'all don't know what a red dot
in the terms of ‘I’m an alcoholic’"
"So what’s the reason?"
"…to escape."
Way too late to be out cause the street light's on and the stop light's red
a time I wanted to die with Lana Del Rey
But now I just wanna die with a mic in hand
Record more albums like I am grand
Release them just to see where I
a hammer
So 'late night'(s) it's talkin' my glocky named Conan
He posing with makeup, red dot leave you glowin
My fist in yo bitch now she creamin'
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
(Yea! Yea!)
Yeah I got a whole lotta syrup (uh)
And we got a whole lotta molly (lotta molly)
Today I put some red in a sprite (some red)
And I got
I'm recordin' that shit on
The fuckin' little mic
By the little camera thing on
The fuckin' Mac book
So this shit is choppy and bad quality
But fuck
the car, he ready to erase him
Rodney heard him comin', he gon' run before he let him bang him
It's like a demon in them cousins, eyes red while he chasin'
Stella Artois and a ménage à trois
Pass them both back and forth in the back of my car
I feel like Arsenio in this scenario
Modern day Lothario with
with a gang of true niggas
No colors, just a bunch of ignorant motherfuckers
Trust my pen is an infa-red
Hollow-tips be my lyrics dipped in venom when I
Where yo' pool at
Jump in head first I'm gone do that
OG talk I ain't even gotta prove that
Boy you ain't blind
You can see where the tool at
Pop me
lover
Any many minutes mo OG fucking plenty of us
Catch the pussy by the toe
OG fucking any of us
Drop top hop out pop out do it on em'
Red top black top
land
Johnny Sins oh my god I love him so much
His dick is the only the only thing
My foreskin will ever touch
Kelly K-mum is so hot
When she's in Riley
are in the studio guys with jay sleek
Chopstix E kelly Sammy Gyang
And I’m talking about the best best in the best
The greatest in putting music
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