Lyrics:
out, I gotta get this money
'fore we even fuck
I guess I'm givin' you the warnin'
I might leave you down bad
Call that shit titanic
Ayy, it's titanic,
album, that shit needed to be scrapped
Can't believe how i've improved, my shit used to be trash
Now it's just bad, can't wait for the fans to react
We
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
Before i go id like to say a few things. this album was completed on january 15th 1991. By now the war has probably started and a whole bunch
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of sopranos flight"
"Mystified, baffled," Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad
swallow
Uh, kilo chain, Cartier goggles
Uh, how you talkin' money
When ya chain's hollow?
I blow ya heart out of your body
Then your brain follow west my
so faded, broke wit a album
But bitches on my dick like I ate it
I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
Look you's a hoochie, want to do me,
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
shinin through my rearview watchin, 'cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted,as I pass by watchin I relax 'cause I'm home now, had
Fuck that
Street's disciple
My raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like Cobain
And everybody wonder why the world insane
Why the world
heart surgery
If the affairs of this world put pressure on the brain affecting your system
Nervous, attacking last nerves, breaking down feeling enclosed
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
but with no brain
All shots but no aim
I ain't mess around when I'm burning up
Yeah he's all smoke but got no flame
All tracks but no train, he got all
became a fame
I cannot see my brains layin
On the ground
I keep my 9 on my waistline
Chop 'em down
Picks up the shells could leave no evidence around
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
Disney maybe one day I’ll have my own theme park
This shit is unprecedented, like what the first president did
Ran the nation then left it while the rest
this album
I'm m2X and I'm the next generation
with my mate Nutz
the Alliance taking over the nation of Cyprus first
cuz the greeks have a certain thirst
no photoshop
And I want all the things up in the store I wish I could have bought
Couldn't let u in my heart and brain are locked up like a vault
Win
in imitation
Now everybody know they sold, our style crossed the nation
We laced up by them pimps, players, and them hustlers
Feel on stem, rubber ham,
you gonna
shine man It's just what it is, see I gotta bring it
back Every time me and D say hop up on a track
He gets lost and he's lost by the things
the past
When people said what they meant
And lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon
(Chorus)
I've been so many places
In my life and time
Yes, I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
Top of the world
Yet I ain't never
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