Lyrics:
Do you ever just wanna give up
Well, me too
Are you shocked by what people get
Get used to
Do you wake up in a cold sweat?
Well, that's sane
time.....for what.....but
The cops say I'm
[verse 2]
I get fresh from
Yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon
Stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted
fresh from
Yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon
Stop it, my closet, Macy's men's department
Pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
Get
there from everywhere attracted by the sound
At the first Fleadh Ceoil in Europe, and Joxer passed the flagon round.
But the session it ended when
Better yet, put something in his bitch chest
Make it a boob job
I know, I know, gun bars can be redundant
But I find it funny, I'm the gun king
Nigga I'm
Jack you shit on the fence.
But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
cash
Snakin' envy cause he got it bad
Shady lately nigga's movin' back
Yoshi Baby got to stay on track (Woooo!)
Damn' he in his mood, she likin' the way
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
hijacked his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave
Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on it's elbows and knees
It's
There's a feeling comes a-stealing
And it sets my brain a-reeling
When I'm list'ning to the music of a military band
Any tune like "Yankee Doodle"
Just logged into Wells I just see O's for as far as it goes (goes)
I guess my ex doing fine, well that's just as far as I know (I know)
I could free
presents by the score
She'd take each lad for all he had
And then she'd take him to the door.
Tra la la la la she'd always say
Tra la la la la in
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
his name
He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave
Islam is rising
The Christians mobilising
The world is on its elbows and knees
It's
one giant leap for mankind."
"It's a free concert from now on."
"We must be in Heaven, man"
"Four persons including two women were shot
and Monsters, the
In between realm where only the choices
Made from your free will
Will decide your souls final fate
Some poets called it the
Entrance
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
down di rat, but me nah see no jack
Likkle Africa too small, it nuh deh pon di maps so
That's why dem nah tek no chat, well
Fifty cent inna the pocket
superstars (I do my dance)
I'm in the mood (I'm in the mood)
Heard she a fan (heard she a fan?)
I signed her boobs (I signed her boobs)
She kinda cute (she
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
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