Lyrics:
223 shells out the G, got drank got lean promethazine
I don't fuck with none of these rappers cause their lyrics they been hella week
I cut these
along
Learn the lyrics its yo girls favorite song
Learn the lyrics its yo girls favorite song
Wanna tell you whats on my mind oh oh oh
Too much pride
stuck in her throat
Mixing this shit soo I'm calling eskizzo
Reaching the top yall gone call me the goat
Fingers get tired the lyrics I wrote
Betta just
step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb
But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion
Then my dick starts top make
up!) 'Cause you fell behind
I'm steppin' to the A.M., dickin' down swine
Pete Nice skims over lyrics, I pick em
Strong and long, you're wrong, I stick
beanie
Hey boy, what's the case I can tell by your face
When you're in the wrong place
When you're in the wrong game
And your rhymes are lame
And you sound
give it all back
But it's multiplied by ten and come to break his back
In the form of me. Bringing him to both his knees
Dawg i only worship He who made
you ready?
I wanna take you way back
To when a girl on a mike?s worth
Wasn't determined by the length of her skirt
I mean way back to creativity before
love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart
Whoa, he don't love you
FADE
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific
you sure to fall
Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll
Lightin' bolts, by writin' quotes
Strikin' jolts that frightenin'
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
got metaphysical lyrics that are glistenin'
And the people who know what's up, are locked up, shut up and shot up
They tried to keep us down, but by
far with either, just the way it goes
Writing lyrics on my Converse, writing lyrics on my own
There was a world around me, I just didn't want to know
I
Great John on the beat, by the way
Live by the gun, you die by the judge, nigga
Shooter get, shooter get shot
Yeah, you know that? Huh? yeah
Ha, ha, ha, whatcha laughin at?
Megaman up first
21 seconds oh shit
I ain't got no time to smoke this
Hold this, yo g
Go by in a blacked out TT
a journey into Tragedy's past
When I was one adopted by Michael Chapman
This was years before I started rappin
My father held a scholarship for a year
But
Writin my lyrics with this hyped information
This is a section of my creation
So don't say shhh with an exclaimation
Just look at the center of the stage
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
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