Lyrics:
Pushing red line
Cutting through excuse me gotta get by
Sorry no I can't slow down for nobody gotta the island on my back
Drove around pass the pile up got
Year
Thank you
Tiny would you like to sing us a little song?
Ah, I'd love to here's a song I
Did in 1966 in front of
Miss Jill for the first time and
I
love for my dogs but never for these girls
It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world
But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
Saw my pops get killed in front of me
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the gat, only left is me
Cause they ain’t gonna infiltrate my mind
I don’t got the time, to be wasting any time
One day imma die, fighting on the front lines
(blinded by the light)
Because it's blurred by the V’s, I was driven
I also was distracted by head she was giving
(she kept playing) it made us wonder
It was
Crash land, insist, can't exist on frailty
I always crash land, resist, exaggerated authority
Just a little bit of bleeding in your stories and I'd be
got more for dinner..
P***y by the pound, call it kitty litter
Pull it up, Jimmy on her kitty whiskers
Pogo on the d**k, so I call her tigger
Kill
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
He's a MD.
Last time I heard
Yo, was getting real friendly.
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by
Shorty said she wanna party real hard
Baby just hit my line
She said she wanna just have a good time, she wanna party all night
O.T.D I wanna lose my
F-R-E-E
Free
F-R-E-E
Free
F-R-E-E
Free
Gonna tell the world what He did for me
Don't worry, don't cry
That's the voice I hear inside
But
County on the numba' line
I'm up early in the mornin' still drunk and horny
Realest ever did it, fuck, niggas won't admit it
You watchin' B-E-T tryna
If this is the front line
There's no hope for the world
If this is the front line
There's no hope for the world
Devils!
We're raised by
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma
better check to smell it
Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an Aspirin capsule trapped
infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster
a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time im tellin ya I swear its for sure
I shouldnt even ever have to say this no more
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do
uh-huh)
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Nigga's who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
by the moonlight side
D E
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
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