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You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
whack
My Buzz is sweet, and I sting you when I bees on wax
Whatever they fed me, is giving me no flaws at no cost
Two rules I go by, Fuck the world and go
still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
Then says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
(Why would I)
[Chorus]
I still don't love 'em, I still don't trust 'em
I get paranoid every time I fuck 'em
Known to break rubbers
That's
thirties
Was married to pops, wishing what she carried would drop
I'm not worthy to come from a woman so pure, Ann Jones
Flesh of her flesh, blood of her
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G.
Let's go
Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun testing, coke measuring
support me
Im the engine drivin this shyt but I'm local, locomotive
I'm just boolin by lonely tryna get chips and rigatoni
Never givin in to the wave they
where time stands still
And all day, caught up in the waves
'Til the blue gets washed away by the sunset
Come on, why don't we get carried away
shit like your feed back, Fell like Oscar can I get my feet back
Take her breath away like a c pap then I’m gone like Mac Miller when he relapsed
Cold
[Diddy]
Its Bad Boy bitch
Scram Jones... the Clipse... B.I.G.
Let's go
[Biggie]
Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions
Strictly gun
crack tho
Grinding with my niggas fuck them bitches til the pack gone
Learned that from Bun B Rest In Peace to Sweet Jones
Uh Mind on my money I'm a get
couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
my punchlines talk
I eat on beats for lunchtime raw, with lyrics like jones
With the mic im an assasin i get paid to murder beats
I wrote this from my
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
trouble me
How can you make me feel
So by your presence?
I get carried away by
Your essence
How can you make me feel
So by your presence?
I get carried away
even bother askin' me (get away from me)
Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin'
'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin' like
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