Lyrics:
On day to day activities
Filling special delivery's
Call me Stax to the 3rd degree
Can't tell you what I'm finna be
But I'm from Hyde Park ten a key
I
you call it, robbed what you call it? At least he-
Since you speakin' 'bout it, you only on time because you hiddn'
Give me threesomes, she must know
attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool
gotta get down and show you know how to
I've been waiting to feel a sensation
Of my song when I hear it come on
It takes me away from everyday things
Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I'm Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black
and had no shame about it
Making maneuvers like chess, trying to do right but go left
Left me with no choice, finding help by myself
What you mean, I don't
address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you
We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you
niggas da doubted us
Now they start to believe us
No I might not be famous
She let me put it in her anus
I dont drive nothing with keys in
Call me trap
usually
Game on lock, I give you the key
Im killing them, i'm passing out the eulogies
Don't worry about these groupies
These hoes never seduce me
Riding
I'm throwed and I'm cold
Man, I mix the new with the old, come on
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it,
need money I don't need love
They twist the truth like how you lie like that
And you know cutty broke the rules how you abide by that
I'm in buckhead for
there
If I don't fuck with you
I don't mind you knowing I don't fuck with you
Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat
Khaza got
hand-me-downs
They want a million views, I want a Grammy now, and the closest they'll come is they grammy's house
I don't even drink but I'm planning how, I can
I'm done, don't call
My phone or text me, i don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out
But I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face
I'm
the fee
Shout out my nigga fee
See every mother fucker at the door don't get a key
You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
Its about money its
That i pull on all night
If i don't see you tonight
Babygirl it's alright
Because i'll probably see you
In my sleep
Get some shut eye
Hope you come by
tomorrow
Remember, you can always call me
Im the just the telephone call away
Hello, hello?
Baby, you called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in
or the
Fastest or the phattest
My name is STD, my people call me the Rappist
I'm no rapper, this isn't hip-hop
Call me the Rappist and you don't stop well
I'm not
call the minister, ugh!
I'm sorry, Grandmama, for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I
to exist
One more time in the mix
You know I gotta get by
Gotta stay high (come get your kicks)
On the mic you don't mind
cnd I've been rapping upon
I'm not good for you, but fuck it I still call in
Not Alicia on the keys but, I just keep fallin'
In love and in love and in hate we fuck love
them to get the best of me
See i go properly call you omoge call ur vulgar
No come here come de tiki tiki come de giga
Loud no salt like i mix with de
the whole entire world[00:47.11]That's sort of how I feel; a king of direction if you will[00:50.17]I feel like I just took off a blindfold[00:52.10]I'm proud
many more like me where I come from and any war I see then I want some, never called for me and I ain’t come, niggaz knowing how I’m living don’t mistake
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