Lyrics:
on the mic live as can be what's good y'all I'm The ZYG.
(Chorus)
Kid Creole was the first to say yes yes y'all. In the days before Curtis blow was fresh
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
did it and got bagged with two ounces
I live a world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up, God
But
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone
To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
crack
And you buyin crack from them so you can go smoke out back
You know you ghetto when your moms part of your crew
And your grandmom is only 5 years
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never
closure is mine
I used to regret having history with you
But it shaped who I am now i ride out with the crew
Believe me when i say that you broke a part
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy i stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count
to trying and failing twice
Feeling broken and scared
Two miscarriages were not part of the plans
At the time I could have never guessed
In less than two
(Don't go breakin' my heart)
[Verse 2: Phonte]
We was high school sweethearts, talkin' since we was teens
Every mornin', and every ev-ening
Ten years
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
ustrice v Dunaji
Píše mi Adam Van Dame
Ptá se mě, jestli mam part na jeho album nahranej a jestli to vůbec dáme
Kurva, Adam je frajer, tak říkam Adame,
move me
You gassed off gangsta flicks
You live in the movies
This nigga was talkin' shit until
I pulled my weapon shot him in the park
Now he's
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
Verse One:
Dres --
Black Sheep, in your house, party people you remember
The two that served your whole crew like the bartender
It's dynamic D,
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
Liminal - between or belonging to two different places, states
The period of time when the songs on this album were written and recorded was
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
Economists and other high profile individuals to discuss global issues
Driven by the vision of its influential CEO Klaus Schwab
The WEF is the main driving
STRAIGHT GANGSTA!
[Chorus]
Chorus X2
[Bridge]
What would you do if you could
Get with my crew, baby
What would you do if you could down with the dog pound
me crazy (3X)
She got me open, like two big scoops of Raisin Bran
Watchin adult films, I'm part time her freak man
Thinkin how she's
a live wire
One of the Southside soldier from across the bricks to boulder
We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you
Ready to roll the real,
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