Lyrics:
by me
I'll quit hyping I see typing
You ain't got lyrics your trash on my ting
Making it dirty, they keepin' it clean
No I can't give em mercy, I'm
got holes in his shoes and his jeans are hella dirty
Smile on his face with a wealth not worldly
With a style and a grace that got all these heads
a lot, uh
Auto-bot choppas they spark a lot
I'll beat your ass, I don't care if it's dark or not, uh (yeah)
Look, I can't see the bullshit like Ray
and I'm thirsty
And I, and I, and I, and I
I was sleeping up on you, yeah
I was selling drugs and playing by the rules, yeah
And those blood stained
to progress
Through the storms never lost in my steps, I think I found God
You think dirty, your heart's hurting, you pay the cost
Keep wearing a mask
not used to this work rate
You're twisted and blind
And you're snitchin' up on my mate
With tears up in your eyes (ha)
Try and do me dirty, load
oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now
Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make
the streets, do some of the devil's work, then murk
It feels good son, it's great to scheme
It's all dirty money so wash your hands after you calculate the cream
the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write
who have no wives
Police should beat their fuckin' skulls in with magnum lights
Illegitimate illiterate black should have no rights
'Cause they go
your arms just jut from the wide side
Of an interior wall
(fast)fast can
Top of the beat
Loose hands never damned them
Not even in dreams (are
I'm sick of looking at these filthy ass fucking slobs
I need some slit to satisfy my dirty cock and if these pigs don't give it up
ill have to get
to lace ya
cause you thinkin' that you all that
I beat ya down with a Eastern baseball bat
because I'm ma release all my frustration
cause they got me
in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break these rules
We defy the laws of cool
never wore no shoes
He weren't the nicest fellow and he had a couple problems
'Cause he drank a lot and he beat his wife and he always acted rude
He
(Kelly/Mann)
The Saint Andrews' Cross
The slate rooves and the chimney pots
Are dirty against the snow
Speeding away from Glasgow
A carriage with
believe, just so long as we all agree
Loose lips sink ships, don't warn the rats of the dirty deeds
Copy and paste, erase a race of educated motherfuckers
the beat the loop
The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in
These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in
I'm packin the Mac again
the wading pool is dirty,
and I'm sickened.
It hurts.
I'm sick of repetition.
An illness, spreading.
Blinding my eyes.
Erase my thoughts.
Cancel
Beat they ass and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
Niggas fall in love with them but everybody fuckin' 'em
I'm talkin' national
know how to work the draws
Right off you
She had large backseats, pearl white teeth
She told me it was cool if I felt underneath
The car had beat
body, dirty words and a cool head.
Now all I needed was a girl, all I needed was a girl and a bedâ?¦
So I said: â??Good God, give me something I can
the beat the loop
The system it traps us in they tacklin rappers in
These shackles that pack us in the back of the clack is in
I'm packin the Mac again like
a killa that stalks
a pimp wit that walk
let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites
Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight
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