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being covered by Dr Feelgood on their 1993 album The Feelgood Factor, the last they did with with Lee Brilleaux. They became good friends of ours, and Lee
league
2018 now I’m scheming up a release
2019 and I reinvented myself
2020 I’m a put album up on the shelf
Break bread with the team and we sharing
Man, I've been riding through the country for a while now
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
Most of my life has been hit and run
Look for me two times and the second time I'm gone
Throwing stones at your window
Hanging by my toes from
of liquor
Sleeping on the floor, wish the couch was a lil' bigger
Looking at the whole wide world with my middle finger (Fuck all y'all)
With my middle
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
Silkk the Shocker.
This shit go out to all y'all gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
(soldiers) from Richmond (Atlanta) Down South (Alabama)
to the East
on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you want to be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
everything to y'all
You know what I'm saying?
Don't worry, y'all ain't by yourself
You need to know that)
A GOD WHEN THEY COME AROUND
THEM NIGGAS FRONTIN SHIT
LYING TO YOUR MOTHER FUCKIN FACE
THAT'S WHY I GET IT BY MYSELF
AND IT'S THE SAME WHEN I SAY GRACE
Dammmn shawty! Why you hatin so hard?
Cause my chain worth a mill? Are my rims too large?
Dammmn shawty! You can get it like me
Ay don't be mad
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
Chaque latte
Me fait penser qu'après chaque latte
J'me dis toujours vas-y choques-les
Malgré mon état après chaque plane
Et à chaque connexion la
Tell me why they're playing
Speakers Goin' Hammer
When my son in Alabama
Playin' ball? Please stop this
No I don't make billboard music
When I write I'm
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