Lyrics:
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My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
the back, my AR-15
Thuggin' 'til I die, these streets got me cravin' Thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin'
Fat as that ass that honey shakin'
I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man
The pole man, the shoeshine man
I'm a nigger man, watch me dance
I put the lyrics on the paper with
like a Hershey's Kiss
Put to sleep, lovin' the lyrics I leave in the minds of each
Rough when flex, too complex, wrecks your mental peace
So feel
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
row - oh - oh, row - oh - oad trippin'
We're road-trippin', spinning, winning, road tripping
Spinning, winning, road tripping
Watching the cars pass by
calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm
Lyrics
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*
[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
styles
Hoes come in rows to get chose, they gettin' wit me
Sayin I'm the flyest on the side of the Mississippi
Banned in six states by the surgeon
squad
They're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady
And I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella
She seems so easy
"It takes one
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
at the Ritz, performing my new hits
And front-row seats is what forty bucks gets
So rent a tuxedo, buy your girlfriend a rose
Call yourself a taxi to get
we get another track
And I love it when my homies show me rappers from my hood
And I'm thinking I could write better lyrics with my foot
I am out here
nobody wanna prey, come on
Playing tha last meal in a Seville caddy
Life row records I'm locked in with the family
No jail for anybody deserve freedom
these lyrics inside myself
I'm shaking off this rust
Leaving the old me in the dust
Just like you say about God in Steve we trust
Put it all out before I
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
around
Who said life is priceless
So far your life cost me a-
Yo, it's the return of the man
I'm still alive just like 2pac
Girls in the front row girls in
am missin'
About my hopes and dreams and a girl I should be kissin'
The lyrics let me know I am not in this alone
Dreamin' 'bout a little place I could
Misfits covers and we played all kinds of shows
From Scooters out in Hyrum to the houses on frat row
I bought myself a half-stack, you bought an eight by
I, I Can't be stopped 'cause I got it on lock
And I spit a bullet with a click clock of a Glock
I got the lyrics that have been sought by
Many, but
no holiday in the sweet southeast
Surrounded by girls in lingerie and fat bags of weed
Just cause its payday
An there sure as hell ain't no Monday
song
The words are telling me about a life that I am missin'
About my hopes and dreams and a girl I should be kissin'
The lyrics let me know I am not in
a much more danceable and enjoyable experience
After DJ Kool Herc sprung on the scene, many more started to come around and got inspired by the DJ
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