Lyrics:
for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
by the window and finds a name
For every drop of rain, whose heart burns into a thousand flames
Then, like a phoenix, finds love again
Will she ever
innermost secrets
Then to say it out loud and then maybe even repeat it
Talking about all the times that you've been mistreated
Embarrassed, abused, confused,
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
the airplane
Said we can make it and not fall to pieces
Left the front door open, fuck the leases
Grabbing the seat in the back by the window
Anything better,
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
shots
Communist cops, H&R Block's, with taxes
Bank money's all controlled by these Roman-Catholic's
Secret symbols of the Red Dragon, as the Phoenix
for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring
out clothes, I already started booking studio sessions
I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes, man, I was ready to go
And,
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
and distraction, I can see the abyss, of memories, interactions that I want to forget. God turn me into a Phoenix ‘for I fall off this cliff.
When I ask my mom how
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
Boy, we've been hangin' for some time now
You're classy, cute, and lord, that smile!
When I'm with you time passes by like we're just kids
I wake up
I never miss her
Red Head, Bad Bitch smarter than the average
She had boys in entrapments, I used to sing to her spanish
Driving in a Prius, she used
be trying figure out what the hell I be planning
Boy I'm like the phoenix, yo neck is where I be landing (Landon)
Aiming red dots, get em smoked when I
the bottom, ripped apart
Had a daughter, had no job
Debut album was a flop
Plus the devil’s in my ear talking raw like:
“boy you thirty five and haven’t popped
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
R.I.P. Ty-Ro may he rest in peace
He died 9 years ago when his album released
I'm not sure anybody heard it when it hit the streets
It had a cute
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