Lyrics:
reporter to go pick up ten thousand from Dez
And go take about like twenty G's from Gino (Notorious)
Tell that motherfucker get this nigga next door up out
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap
But I'm thankful for that, don't mistakin' me, black
Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac
I'ma
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
steps behind as if I was your shadow
Wandering through the ashes
Of days burnt dead and gone
Breaking all ten fingers
Digging for babylon
the
Torn-up skin I'm living in, ah
I don't trust these thoughts of mine
If I'm not dead, I'm half alive
I cast a shadow on the wall
Light throws a monster 10
can feel it building, I can't seem to heal it, gotto make it to the morning just fade away x2
Daybreaks, and I’m finally free from this false reality,
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
after stumbling
Whisper they mumbling
I can't hear nothing Been up 3 days Off not really x
It's cut with that felynol and that Meth Shadows appear
I sit
Hook (2x):
My inner light be shining bright
Beaming past the satellites
Through the atmospheric waves
Destroying any type of shade
Fuck them
and side by side
They will take me beyond the light
[Repeat x2]
Death is a forecourt to hell,
Where the lost of humanity dwell
Through the shadows
dwóch
Ta pierwsza płyta to poprzednik N.O.J.I SLU
Dziś brak mi słów by opisać szczęście które dzieje się
Bo robię swój najlepszy album RPS wydaje mnie
up the album and give it a try for once
And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us
So many questions, fingers pointing for
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
If I drop another album I did that for my dogs
10 Maybach's everybody riding big
I just sit back like look what I did
Then I bow my head and beg for
stole the mics in the party
That muthafuckin nigga Young Gotti
Melbeatz x-in, inhale beats, provide and sell beats
I'm the crankiest, pursiest
Tego dnia czułem ze WWA jest znów ze mną
I brałem z nóg metro by czuć moc jej tętno
I aurę miałem wiosenną
Zbierałem laur za laurem na tym budowałem
When I woke this morning
it was already night
Saw a number on the phone
that I don't recognize I know
I've been across this land like ten
When I woke this morning
It was already night
Saw a number on the phone
That I don't recognize I know
I've been across this land like ten times now
Desde sempre a gente sabe
Falador só passa mal
Mano se ta nem liado
Ódio é pouco eu sou do mal
Sucessor do antigo Spawn
Rapnoize na moral
Shadow Man só
of buying a AR 15
And just spraying them with it
Uh, I can still see shadows in my room
Bitch I done stayed up with it,
Put this album out and got my cake up
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