Lyrics:
please don't sag
Bitch trynna change me don't get me mad
Mr and Mrs smith I feel like Brad
I'm a pit I always been bad
Your mama don't like gangster but
Letterman
Chillin', clearly made it and
It's clearly stated
By that thirty yard pool, the five cars
The women and the jewels
Richness, oozing out your balls
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
She was incredible
Tell me the story tell me the story please
Vazy raconte nous alors
And an other story
Just close your eyes she was something
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and
A hundred dollar billers
Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'
Keep your eyes open
For real niggas
To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie,
us
with you by my side on this long journey long ride
where the sun shines till eternity (an eternity)
baby I'm for real Mr. Capone-E (Mr. Capone-E)
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records,
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals
the smell resonate, never hesitate
When it comes to puttin' food on your plate
Devise schemes by all means
Like a sunrise when it beams, keep your eyes
Close your eyes
I want to ride the skies in my sweet dreams
Close your eyes
I want to see you tonight in my sweet dreams
I'll think of your kiss
time I laid eyes on ya,
Damn near drove me crazy,
So amazing how your aura glistened,
I paid attention to yo body's subliminals,
It's criminal how you
prepare your pen and notebook
There are protesters here whose bodies are cold, which means they are killed
They have lost their lives to achieve justice
been with every girl in town
You got a lot of nerve to think
I just close my eyes
While you walk around so full of it
I give you my surprise
Try not to get consumed by that place
I seen it happen dawg
Keep your friends close, cherish the real ones
Watch out for fakes supposedly - keepin' it
I'll be your Noah you be my Wiz
I'm your Mr and you my Mrs
With hugs and kisses valentine cards and birthday wishes
Please we avoid Pagan the pace is far
that's criminal, you fake bitches!
You're looking for riches, in the wrong places
The faces of death look you in the eye cut off your breath
When you
cry I lie to you because I care about your feelings
Made me cry
Now I get it, but it's too late I done broke your heart, you feel betrayed
Mr. Fuck it
product it's bound to get ejected This shit is protected by computron And hard drives and main frames that it's downloaded on Virtual criminal, subtitle
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak")
Brother Marquis:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because
Yes
Close To The Edge
I. The Solid Time Of Change
Anderson/Howe
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange
But next time get blueprints go head and devise a plan
Close your eyes and envision a criminal with pain
Killing niggas quicker then bleach can clean
the night shut the lights and she said
Yosemite
Tell me where you wanna go tonight
Have you ever seen Hawaii
All you got to do is close your eyes
Just take my
again
— I’m hear to put a stop to all debatin and
— I’m hear to make a mark in this lifetime
— When I Close my Eyes
Ya Gon know I was Alive
— I’m Here
myself
Now, I don't even take a piss by myself (No)
Bitch I'm done baby, hand me my belt
It's your boy, Mr. Wonderful
Reporting from the backseat
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