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held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
ain't proud of i confess
$EV and me we up and coming we up next
Lil baby know you pretty why you always look upset?
Mistakes back in the past don't last
runnin' away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way
Can't you hear that
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass?
He got that super bass
Boom,
like they were facts
Paint it black
Men women children as well
If you don’t worship god then you’re going to hell
Always had to take it one step
cll you rich kids had best be looking out
Cause Karl Marx is coming down your chimney
Gonna give some presents to the children who've gone without
decisions
Give it up or choose to bleed
Brody said that he ain't going
Camera man he'll shoot the scene
Cold hearted
And I know my momma truly pray for me
know that you can never leave
I will always be your monster
It's always just you and me
Get ready for the throw-down,
Get ready for the fight,
This is
with your grandma
It was us three stuck in a little room
Finally had a place to play outside, I would love to see you run, like a dream coming true
I
like I run
My crack game you feel me?
Always appear clean but never be
Afraid to be filthy
That’s why Shotgun be flossing his
Bankrolls in the slums so
stay smoking on this gas , I stay smoking on some loud
I be smoking yea like a chimney I'm blowing yea by the pound
And i'm smoking on yo dead mans , we
Usher's
demeanour, whose significance he was soon to comprehend.
Now Usher stands for hour on hour
with head inclined and eyes half-closed,
to tell the truth I really think I don't like niggas
And I met this Rich fly motherfucker he was so fly
Boy he had so much money, That nigga was flyer than
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?
We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth
fell from the Heavens in the sky
In the beginning of time
It Twas a Long Way Down
Collision Record breaking high
As he Swoope's by
He'll try to keep you
keep shutting down blind swordsmen
Like Kenshi, get bitches by the plenty
Death to many men, it'll be many
Now I take a sip of Ma, like it was Remy
I'm
to the top, like I'm brick in the pot
I'm like Allen with the rock, I ain't missing a shot
When I'm down in the Dirty, I be booted 'n sooted
Me and Nelly got
even if we've been livin' apart
Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
Hop
the crowd)
another face in the crowd
out there somewhere, and I know he`ll be
lookin` for somebody, somebody just like me
(face in the crowd)
just a face in
never settle till all my records get spins like Tasmanian Devil
I never played by the rules
Raised to be a king long live the rebel
Oh my God
He did it
like nineteen and he make
This shit look easy"
"Young nigga with the pink hair and
He always smokin' on trees"
When they see me, niggas freeze
I let my
made
I can't handle all the shame
Always swore I would never be like him
Abandonment it runs deep
Should be the eighth deadly sin
But maybe it's just
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