Lyrics:
the memories flood-in like a rush from the past
Hey, now I'm feeling like Brady cause I'm going for the bucks like it's fuck the Pats
Now I got no ma' homes
lane and goin' the speed limit
Get out the way
And it's been a pleasure, and I'm your boy
DJ Azul
This is one of the symptoms of our phony sense
that's your babies mother
That's you
A woman that's so deceitful, smiling as you do evil,
Making money to set up your own people
That's you
Throwing
up goin home wit aggravation
When the outcome isn't the way that you've planned
Fuck plans, unless its business and making racks, wit out tact
That's
the park, blind faded and stalked
Naked, out to die and not movin'
He needs a fix by six that means you've been
Strung out, your lung out, foamin' with
the Draco shoot)
Lay down in your neighbor yard, you ain't at home
I'll wait on you (you ain't at home, I'll wait on you)
Pooh Shiesty you know I play it
at
Home
You can't hear me cry
See me dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
when I hit home
Haters talking about how they wanna go off me
I'm like hold on, that's my mama calling
Bitch get off me
I ain't goin with the grain
Lil
sure
She would be the one for me
Oh thirty years three kids and a job
Find she's sneakin' with neighbor bob
I hear my mothers voice
Callin me back home
Life is full of finer things
they're lost and found
in the dark
It's the dog by the highway
Who said,
Goin' my way?
Now, he lives in your own
don't want to take home to your mother
Fuck a loose screw, let me enlighten
I got a whole mothafucking toolbox need tighten
Fast like lighting, punch like
Home wreckah Kiki Shepherd
Lesbian bitches double decker
Wu-Tang Protect ya Neck
Homeless shootin' up the fent
From Detroit I wish I was
Getting
For twenty bucks a pop, I can't stop
They'll be goin like hotcakes, man like IHOP (IHOP)
I make an antenna out of a wishbone
And start my own cable
Look, yo, look
They skipped your freestyle
And heard mine instead
All your tunes get skipped
First slice of bread
Why you lying to these youts
They
god, really need ya)
Just lay down your burdens by the riverside (help me baby, help me sweetheart)
Hah, and you'll be alright, ya'know what I'm sayin?
you in the face and punches followed
I'll say it again then ram it down your throat till you fuckin swallow
On this day you picked the wrong mother
man, I been hip-hop since day one
I'm hip-hop frontline
These mother fuckers don't respect shit anymore, man
Yo, you been through it all, man
You
What's your favorite scary movie?
[Eminem] Yo, Slim Shady!
[Royce Da 5'9''] Yo, Royce 5-9
[Eminem] Y'all wanna make a movie?
[Royce Da 5'9'']
knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn't pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't
y'all make me laugh
When I hear your raps okay I'm
Chosen by Moses to go the wrong way
Roses for these rodents that crawl the hall ways
Face it, bitch you
on..
[Chorus: RZA {*singing*}]:
Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
There's no exceptions to the rules
Get your nines
[RZA]
Digi Digi, Shaolin
[Fat Joe]
Yeah don't get it fucked up
This shit is realer than you think
Goin out to all them niggaz gettin cream
Drivin them
TO REALLY RUN THRU WHEN ITS ON
SO WELCOME INTO MY ZONE
ITS DECKS COMIN INTO YOUR HOME
AND THEN I BLENDS INTO TONES
THAT MAKE YOUR KNEES BUCKLE AN BENDS YA
know what it feel like when even your family ain't supporting
That's why I make sure to tell my day ones
One day we gon' make it way up
And I put that
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