Lyrics:
headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale!
'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin'
With a big fat grand
Talking 'bout all the whores that I ran up in
Broke a nigga plan like dishes
'Cause now the bitch is getting suspicious
She
evil, flow way too lethal
If they sending shots imma hit em when they reload
Too cold imma need me a mink coat
Big bag on me make me feel like Kris
a strip club
I ain't throwing bills
I just want the head you know the deal
I'm just 20 nigga fucc a deal
Independent nigga by myself
Went through that
everything a hustle
Cold motherfucker
Oh no, I'm black hearted
No feelings, just a gun
We was raised in the trenches
Not to mention all the hoes had dissed him
bandos
Big cash strap so they no not to play with me
And I can send em off in your honor
All they gotta do is say the word
Rolling dice on that curb
When
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
cuts
I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say fuck dude
I look him in his eyes and say FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, hey, I been
Looking for a record deal
Maybe by the end of this little soul searching trip my dreams will finally pay the bills
You can knock me down
Spit in my face
But
days
Slept by grandma on the weekend
When the bills ain't get paid
Huhhh
Momma did it her way
We probably didn't have what we wanted
But she made sure we
O D came and He covered the cost
Covered the cost
He paid my bill
Evil spirits got no space cause I'm filled
I got no shame, freed by His name
Never
O D came and He covered the cost
Covered the cost
He paid my bill
Evil spirits got no space cause I'm filled
I got no shame, freed by His name
Never
Pippen
My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro
on the veils
All for these evil promises
To give me pleasure
Sacrifice for a sacrifice
Giving up my treasure
Realising I'm still not full
Onto my next endeavour
yeah
We wanna drive cars with big wheels
We wanna have only paid bills
Get racks from hip-hop music streams
Even if it shatters my mamma's dreams
We
stop me how?
Your opinion's like a broken calculator, that shit doesn't count
Shut your motherfucking mouth
I'm emptyin' (I'm emptyin') my book
the Garden of Eden, The Jungle of Evil where evil blends with people
Jealousy disguised by a smile and an applaud
It buys time for the plot, all I wanna buy is
wrist.
This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness/
It's impossible to trap my lips, when I have to spit/
I try to swim away, but I keep
trusted
Trust me concept false
'Cause when you're down and out
Nothing to offer they don't indulge
I can hear your pulse
Half hearted deluded nitwit
My man
Cuz I'm Staring at the bottom of the bottle gotta fondle all the pills
Getting stressed out with all the bills
Cold hearted no feels, hella chills
When
Barter
Backed up but my bills larger
Who bigger than me
I bigger the B
But nigga that's Bunbet
Double OG
He resting his soul
I stay with the pole
(I do it)
Blood sweat tears
Ace Hood
(I do it)
Uh! Another day, another dollar
Every twenty four I'm thinking money in the power
Bills due, money
tra-ces
of the evil, that lurks within (They may be lurkin)
You know whassup, hah!
KRS-One, Shock Jigga (that's me baby)
Ha ha, word
fierce
I ain't puckish but big hearted
Underrated, Mostly hated
I got it inside my DNA, love runs through my veins
Rap was made for me and I've been
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