Lyrics:
on your face
Oh, I'd have been the shadow of your shadow
If it might have kept me by your side
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away
Please
Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
And I'll even, get you an ad in "The Source"
You'll be the first rapper
the nigga that sent
Him to handle the problem
Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me
Now she screamin' child support
Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit
She 'bout
chains to let my chest thrive
Let me neck shine
Okappi or a chain by your neck line
Next time I'ma let the Patek shine
For alota niggahs out here ain’t no
them placements
That's why I keep medication in jars, by Mason
I'm dripping Godly sauce
I hope the enemy can taste it (Godly!)
Please be aware
mean I don't believe in
Something just cause I don't believe
That there's an invisible man that whispers
To me in the sky
You might be a little
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
cute when I didn't have the loot
And I don't smoke birds but I'm still real nice with the birds
So fuck (hey!) what you heard
'Cause we got it like
It ain't public but I been stacking up them figures
I know how to get some money, you can tell by the way I talk
Long live Pimp C, gotta keep it
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
bitch I like
Tell a bad bitch, "I might"
Tell a bad bitch, "Yeah
I ride for my day ones
And I wake up and I blaze up, high"
I'm off chops like vegans do
to everyone, wherever we go
I mean, I might even make 'em be Republican
So everybody know he love white people
And I'll never let 'em leave his college
Come on, let's get the hell outta this joint
Frankie, when they get here we're gonna be dead
I know we are, we don't have a gun (Listen, we got three
assault with a carjack
I might be small but my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
'Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
what I did I killed 300 more
Yo
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
mixes her personal truths
With a tall glass of Vermouth
Layla's counting the stripes on her shirt
I want to tell her, but she might get hurt
As she taps
That use to be ticky-tack now flagrant
Lost souls, looking for shelter
Play this one LOUD it's Bangin'
Have you ever thought about changin'
The way you
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
at last
My head fucked up my own mask
Gimmie a week and I might just drown
Just like that flora stuck in a vase
Ain't gotta think when I write these bars
and tell the world I'm gone
Live free by his patience and peace
Live free by his patience and peace and tell the flesh I'm gone
Live free by his joy
Tears of a lover
Sent by a brother
I could not lover
So i did not love her
Reality is just a fucking vivid dream
And time is an illusion we cant
(Please be clear, this is an invasion)
Uh, TCF mothafucka (Shout to the whole TCF)
What up, Benny?
It's time we do this for 'em again, my nigga
Ya
fighters they gone spray away
'Finna take a 'vacay were them gators stay
Young 'Niggah 'Eatin I'm 'gainin weight
"B.B.E" might take yo chain away
Bitch
all the belt holds
I love it when I walk in a product store
Eyes are probably smirking like I go for the Janitor
Yo my lil game might be deceiving
I
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