Lyrics:
Life Without You
By Brad Dassey
6-8-2023
BRcD: Babe, yeah, so, a random hater said
You should really get off my tracks cuz you're too fat...
Some cat was workin' on Annie with a, Lord with a two-by-four
Hey hey hey hey, Alley's the roughest place I've ever been
All the people down there,
(he) always answers my beck and call,
Ever lovin' mama (daddy)mama (papa) tree top tall.
I feel so proud walkin' by her (his) side,
Couldn't get
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh huh, ba-by, ba-by, uh, it's goin' down
This is that muthafuckin' nigga (off the sound)
Yeah, uh, bulletproof
I can't live my life by myself
When you're trying to hold my hand like I need some help
But I don't and I don't know who does
There's two other kids
and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta
Spratt
Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school writin' raps
Never on the road but on the roll like them craps
Check the facts
Endless rhyme books
black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play
Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on don't jeopardize
I'm feeling nauseous baby
Breathing air but I swear I'm suffocating
Someone end my suffering
Fuck am I upset
I got the world in my hands
Pour me
(BOOGZY on the track) ayy
Ayy ayy, ayy
I'm in the middle of the
Projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice
So we choose to take
so high,in a scenery,
Where I'm surrounded by a million smiles and all the love you could ever want,
Would come your way, hold your hand and tell you
plans and start to pack the stands
With people packed who chant my name then I’ll be able to stack my grands
Although I was dealt a crappy hand I been
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
Ghost, no it's Ghost)
It's a Superman lover...
[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyo, I'm coming up the block, got my hands on the ratchet
And these
we ride
Yo yo yo, it's your hide
Grab the rope and yell rawhide
Front line is pussy, call off sides
I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed
I left
rap was crap
And wouldn't be around
Any longer than two years
But eight years later
I'm still here
Fully paid
Because the rhymes I made
Made dollars
Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield
Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field
Saying "Beck water cold
January 1st, 2000, got up about 11 a. M
No hangover whatsoever, the rains had stopped, sun glowing
The wind pushing the clouds by like speeding cars
by midnight
Put your hands together and pray
You better listen to what I say
I’d advise with God you better stay
If you see Satan you best run away
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
prayed for that, don't gamble with life and shoot to an ace in crap
I'm surrounded by niggas who dream when it's only safe to nap
Stay relaxed, breathe
the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't
bitch "I got your back," tat my name on her spine
Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy's on the gas
Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like
finally is back
My voice is your choice as the hottest wax
True as a wizard, just a blizzard, I ain't taken no crap
I'm rhymin' and designin' with your
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