Lyrics:
gettin high
He's doin what he's doin tryin to get by
Cause a pusher's got a purpose, the pusher's got a plan
He's king of the kilo, but the pusher is a man
be damn if can you duck
And I keep props stack like jackpot got stacks of cash
Nothing small for the man who wins it all
Cause life is like luck if
better say this 'cause there ain't noboby tryin' to save us, Just enslave us, Leave us hangin by the rope that they just gave us,
Victim of your
me
Look my, nerves are bad, inherit em from my dad
Behind cold hard cash ready to go mad
I, thumb through your pad ready with flammable gas
And your
I search for the truth I find no luck
I search for solace in my friend the rock
And I have a friend on the telephone
A crystal and some cash and my
want ya life to be through
Ya gettin played by ya company, do they have ya out dare
You think Big Boy got hags, bitch you think you really care
You
a drink then think
Why so many MC's stink, but I sink them at the blink
Of an eye, suckers they try and try
But they can't get by, their access is denied
[All by I Self Divine]
[Chorus 1]
China white, crystal meth, angel dust, percaset, cocaine, morphine, PCP
Hash, opium, prozac, special K, Xanax,
as you ride, right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass
loved the thrill of deadly games
Wanted
For the men he'd killed in vain
A thousand dollars cash on Billy's head
Hunted by a star
For the lives he'd
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
niggas don't want no parts of the ghetto heisman
With them thangs in the dash
Nigga, we bang for the cash
Steadily aimin' for that ass
Burnin' them thangs
plus
Supported by T thank you very much
Ain't notihng to it te way we do it
Set the date collabarate and just run through it
I been doing this shit since
Italian, the cash keep pilin as I'm smilin
So hear me now, I bring the thunder plus the rumble
And I'll step back and watch your whole career just crumble
hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase
and it's all love
Then I grab him by the {nuts}, said who's is this huh?
He said Martinez
[Chorus]
[Doo Wop]
Make 'em bounce, yo Easy Mo (what
Aw, aw, aw
Have you seen my worn out walking hat?
If by chance you've seen it, won't you tell me where it's at
It's not some gentleman's derby,
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
pozbierać to w całość i nierzadko części mi brak
A po tym mnie budzą co rano
Więc halo nie będzie va banque
Ja to rozpalam jak hash by działać z dala od dna
jogurt na podwieczorek lody Dazs
Pociąg do Sopotu by poczuć chłodny na molo wiatr
Potem piwo TV Krwawy Sport Van Damme i Bolo Yeung
I wydać muszę wreszcie
When she suck dick with no hands, make it tickle
Oh, you broke, baby girl? I can fix you
My denim is made by Evisu (yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Messy, I'm
LONG NECK, WAITING ON ICE THE MINUTE THAT I CASH MY CHECK IT'S BEEN A LONG WEEK GOT A FLAT TIRE, ALMOST GOT FIRED BY AN S.O.B. YEAH ME
pierwszy loop na PS One
Nie pchałem nóg na piedestał każdy kto mógł mnie nie znał
Wsparcia mi nie udzielał nikt raczej namaszczenia
A gdzie by nie popatrzeć
making damage law and convice to surely gonna pay but this option is too over we will take all of your cash
Miss things shipping she beens for rescuetive
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