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my voice It make her moist Hit that cat from the back and Watch it make a weird noise Niggas excited by these bitches Them them weird boys So many
murder the spiritual Walking in hell's kitchen Slow bitches standing on they tippy-toes Sounds like what great things Should sound like Tyga fly though
plate Bill him what, half of that he have it late His best friend by the yellow crates Suicide, tears tryna hesitate Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah
Momma's got her apron on standin' In the kitchen Cookin' up my favorite dish whatever She is fixin' Daddy's in a picture in a frame that's
the backyard four feet tall Cheech and Chong probably would of smoked 'em all So I'm out on the couch this afternoon Beer bottles layin' on the kitchen floor If
flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em in there buzzin' And I ain't done nothin' Since I woke up today How the hell can a person Go to work in
away from hell Carry in here baby, tell me what ya need to know [Bizzy] Yeah, yeah [Chorus] [Bizzy - over Chorus] Turn that shit up, turn the vocals
It's Mr. Thompson my next door neighbor. Always bitchin'! Yellin' from the kitchen, window. See he died then he went to hell, though. We meet
a human I'm proving to you That you don't gotta be no student the dream I'm steady pursuing I'm Bruin in Hell's Kitchen no UCLA One day all my diamonds gon
Yeah it's right by my britches Count up that sack I'm all up in mamma kitchen Calling her phone Your b**** she ain't missing Box with her cat you
bro he smart as hell with them books in his classes, But come fucking with him and he tell me that's when I'm gone whoop everybody asses, My dad's
they Ain’t playing by no kinda rules It ain’t no escape, even pouring into public schools Stay away from ones who think we do it bc its kinda cool,
Hell No: by Brody Gauthier All these Rappers on the tv I’m like change The remote This what music sound like when its properly wrote And I got
fucking dead Overdose on your pills, I tell myself thats it That’s when I went out in the kitchen When you were bitching that I didnt love you So I slit in
the mirror and you lookin in it In the middle of The Pit, Hell's Kitchen, and you cookin in it Opened up for business from Plymouth, with no warning threw
to come face to face with it Metal bracelets if you got questions Hospital patient you wastin' a bed on Suffocated by the pillow your head on Roll up
Look look listen I'm from a jungle with a forest of affiliations Next generation fascinated by that life we shapin' It's hard to make it out this
scoring leader uh I'm out Jamaica with a bowl of reefer With Mona Lisa I roll the leaf up uh uh Vintage Chanel frames I say to hell with fame And when
do or I don't Stereo typed Forgotten if he ain't getting money Hell be alright It's The loss of life The shine The Sparkle in they eyes
Time to give em hell, Pharaoh got mo' bell, whippin' ass, can't you tell Got the game sold out like I stitched this shit myself Hold up, you got mail
blow off Use what I was missing, I'm living in hell's kitchen, eating some hell's chicken Laying next to her, got me homesick, bad vibes all around,
tryna test me cause Sizu's gon put on hell of a fight Ayo Sizu lil beast Sizu big beat Not a lil meat She ain't no treat She fighting and whooping their
variety For every plastic orange bottle For tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain links For
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