Lyrics:
of character's correct, it's gonna be by the letter tonight.
Now stop me when I get to 17.
Excuse me, baby.
I bet you didn't know I had a piece of this
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
with common patriots
The parody plastered every red brick in site
Where had to keep his plights from ticking
I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty
and carried by the lovely trades.
From the lucky Jack of Diamonds to the deadly Ace of Spades.
And you need it in the middle, when the needles in the red
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't all bad
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
a mansion, but I'm still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J's on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil
to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
'Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherfucker
'Cause you ain't
all in, let the good times roll
And on a clear night
Who needs the headlights?
Drop it in low, drive by the moonlight
Out here the world don't spin
step
And get your motherfuckin' shirt wet (nigga)
[Scarface:]
I got a million ways and one that you can die by
But I prefer to use my gun so you
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha want to do?
The red, white and blue, I got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when
to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in a sigh were we
The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly
I can't forget how two
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
I spied
Oh 'twas red and rosy was her cheeks
Golden yellow was her hair
As I clasped her by the lily-white hand
And I said, "My young sweetheart
bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
not the end, but that would be a good start
I've found myself standing in a pool of blood
Watching as the floor around me grows dark red
Pull your
have you winning by Friday
Judo chop
Hundreds of bricks
Judo chopping
Hundreds of sticks
Judo chick
Kung fu grip
Judo master
Judo know shit
Moving weight
fucked you on the counter
Spanish little baddie say "Papi ven a follarme"
She like drinking Milwaukee’s and taking pictures by the mountains
She a model
Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers
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