Lyrics:
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
a pill
Don't hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let's take a trip out to Brazil
you on the news, nigga
They found out body with
Your fuckin' head removed, nigga
Alright everyone here we go with your
Final Survival Series report
It
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
but in Tennessee another bugged out nigga stunts
{B.G.}
fuckin with me huh? you fuckin with the wrong one
that fire spit from my K have your
Wack MC's I just tax
I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers,
(My love will never, never die)
But I had to find out on my own.
(Check yourself, check yourself)
[Paul:]
Aww, that's what they told me. (Check
ghost
And got lost along the way like money in the post
Holier than most is how you used to act walking round
With your Bible spitting out quotes
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
this shit
On the lawn is Paul
Passed out by the sidewalk, he drank just too much
Hits 'em twice as hard
Now the car won't start, and where's the heart in
piledriver like I said aaaaa
[Juicy J]
It started out in 201 lock down
me and paul in a holding cell
waitin to use the fuckin phone
waitin to get a fuckin
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that,
with the fur collar
Hand charged a fee for loose leaf, words for dollar
Ya heard? Holla -- broad or dude we need food
Eat your team for sure, the streets
please give it up so I can live it up
Just like the rich but I still eat grits
I don't know karate
But I can still beat the dog shit out of Nazis
You
interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures
Of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams & Mendel Rivers
To eat hog
just a nice spy
Tell me your secrets ma lean back and open wide
I know it's in you cause all hearts come in broken size
Canvased by parents demanding we
ya doomed
Cruise with my harpoon, straight through your heart, fool
Soon I'll have you in the trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck
don't break my heart
Don't get dunked like a nugget
I'm liable bust it
I might shoot at the mall, somebody call a Paul Blart
Ice cold, baby, freeze me up,
know why you still at my crib
Get back together I'm yelling out rip (RIP)
RIP to the things that we did
Stay to myself I be off the grid
Don't got time
shouldn't eat meat
They have a final solution
Just like Hitler's Jew shit
They wanna kill everyone that's not a pussy
1939 ronald McDonald tells children:
a steel guitar
Love is a battle scar
Love is the morning star
Love is a twelve-bar blues
Love is your blue suede shoes
Love is a heart abused
Love is
your kiss
If you ain't gettin' the millions
Why you fuckin' with it?
Hmm, hell yeah, everybody gotta eat
But you ridin' with the Devil
In your
out
Now your obviously sickened by me and I'm starting
to doubt your love is true
Even though I'm dead I missed you every day
But my skin is rotting
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