Lyrics:
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it
the same to me because you look it
As soon as you saw me, you saw opportunity and took it
I see girls like them and can read em like a book innit
Please say
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
left he took apart of me
Forgive me, It's so hard to speak
See we went from the days
Of playing hide and seek
To being faced with the day I
Had to watch
only do you get the desenex burger)
Now come on, try it.
No, no.
It's really good.
No. smoke that? !
Have I ever lied to you?
Have I ever seen you
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
do?) feed 'em to the wolves then
Catch me by myself nigga better still dead
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your wrists
Yeah I'm a hater, fuck your life
Yeah I'm
Johnson, .44 with the potato nose
Turn you mashed potato, bro, but it's all gravy though
I done been to church to masjid, it couldn't save me though
Shit,
Tell me you gon' get it or you not
Foreigns whippin' off the lot
Pulling up to show the watch
Gucci drippin' to the socks
Either you gon' get it or you
hurt?" But still
I smile when Rosie comes to see me
And I can't wait for a sunny day (seeing it through your eyes)
Can't wait for the clouds to break
and it's gon' drop
Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks
We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock (yeah)
They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Strudel, Mr.
love me in spite of their niggas
He claiming it's beef, I got time today nigga
Run up it's on sight just like Tom & J nigga
Air that shit out it's
touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
all I’m reppin is party
DuBois me sometimes a Negro
Gotta give a upgrade to his conscious
Establishing his family name
Instead of just his Johnson
Do
all the options
How your hoe start from the bottom but she wanna come top us
I already know it’s Dwayne Johnson how we keep it rockin
She on my jock
Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES! indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
the same (kahm-kahm)
It's curfew whenever I come through
(kahm-kahm) kill the fuckery
Them niggas can't fuck with me (come on)
I'm really 'bout it in the war
nigga!
I guess it's the thing
Now, they used to hate on us
Pull out your cannon, come through
And spray on us
Laying the cut, but Dogg can see a mutt
You
bondage
More than just a number, despite Sulphur soul ain't tarnished
Suffering take me back to the end of the resection
Man it's more than that
Locked
Come around you know it's not gonna stink
'Cause from scarves to garbs
To socks, and sweats, and sweaters
It's better when you're hanging in here
them Bricks
Make em build profit
I got love for my potnas that Then change on me
Don't get it twisted you come Near me it ain't the same homie
I
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
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