Lyrics:
that shit man
It hurt me down to the bone
Everyone around me man they live by a code
Life is a gamble depends on the roll
You just deal with how
emancipation of your mind
Liquidation, incrimination of a false nation
Two thousand millennium occupation black poet on the run
Track translation
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
Black pearl necklace and champagne
Seductive silk and cocaine
Her dark blue lace in command
Carefully slipping my hand
Shaking her beautiful hips
were pealing madly to the sky
And everyone was shouting for the soldiers of the Queen
And the glory of an age was passing by
And then there came
lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like
[Hook]
You hear a lot of music, but it's boring
You hear a lot of flows, but don't enjoy 'em
You hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But
happenin
I done won a hundred thousand playing Madden
The rest rappin' took all my chips and cashed in but thanks for askin'
Let a nigga try me like they
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
on this album
But this is the last track before the bonus tracks
So let's do something a little more fun
Little more lighthearted, here's what we're gon' do
low
Bulldog trained to shroud snow
Like, when the lips lock
I can't twist glocks
Never lift off
I just miss box
We never get thots
Destroyin' chicks, be
y'all are just adlibs
I deliver Maxim chemicals sonically bound in phat riffs
Smoke it down to the black lip!; I'm this hound powerin' out a bag of skin
redemption?
It's the Butterfly Effect, it's more the an album
No manifesting rocks, but I speak it, it shall come
Black and white you're in the middle like
tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -
Vandross' 1994 interpretation of The Impossible Dream The Quest written by Joe Darion in 1966
The lyric phrase "proud" is a nod to the motivational call by
a thousand times
I got a red hot mind and a cold black heart
I am the jealous kind
The woman just laughed and said, "Sweet Daddy
You know you are the only
bottles with the black top
Balling on these niggas since the blacktop
Blacking out listening to The Black Album
Thinking I'm more Jay Z than Pharrell
Tell
through,
Fuck up mo money than we done made,
And still driving a buy here paid,
By a new nxgga who thought he’d save,
The black widow,
ChArging it
and you niggas is tweeting
Get me a bitch and she stay out in reading
I think she black with a hint of the rican
Ion do texting I don't do the sneaking
then
Makin an album
Ain't this insane
I go by Love Life
Remember that name
Cause I be blowing up, I be causin hella tantrums
I got your girl
Sunday
Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Maybe I'll get it right one day
Bodies all around hypnotized by
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