Lyrics:
are not just art for Michelangelo to carve
He can't rewrite the agrc of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
to slash
Your fuckin' veins and wrist
I'll put a knife into my heart
To see if pain exists
My forty cal' is fuckin' dyin' to bust
It could teach you how
and
Nigga you scoring
Go head
Put a ring on my finger
My ex's will tell ya
I'll rock it
Then give you the finger
All of my niggas is fresh
Trust
All of my
important as him
Importing vodka only if its distilled
I'm chopping up a verse
Like I'm so ill
Back to that heart I snatched of yours
Want it back?
Only if
of kin
I'm like Jeremiah I got a fire within
Straight two piecing the devil tap the chin
Let him know that I'm free from my sin
Pristavia I need you to get
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French
Okay, I
that could give you whiplash
We said, "Hello," and my heart beat stopped
She was the world and I was on top
Time went by, she filled my universe
We
that could give you whiplash
We said, "Hello," and my heart beat stopped
She was the world and I was on top
Time went by, she filled my universe
We
Give him no weed, just give him some sugar
Give him some water and give him some chicken
Give him some cookies and give him that cereal
Give him some
STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
With 15 shots cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw
And I'll give you my bone
My heart had a neck and it's broken
My heart had a neck and it's broken
My heart had a neck and it's broken
One more panic attack
blacks
I didn't give a fuck!
I told him what was up?
He made me knuckle up and from
The blues gave me a smack
I gave my father slack
He changed
back how some people did me like, violence was the remedy
And because I think of that now, I pray for my enemy
Not because of what I'll do but because
feel I'm losin my mind?
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
I can't think! I want
Shit Word
I bust that niggas ass right now
Ain't none of those niggas can fuck
What nigga you can never fuck me my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now
a mental problem"
Up the glick on a nigga
And have a mental problem
It's supposed to be a drug
Deal but I robbed him
I don't give a fuck, that's his problem
but the man wasn't doing it
But that's the only excuse she could give him
He said, "Mama, I can't take it. I've got to leave you. I'm gonna leave
heart
I'm the one that loved you right from the start
Stop girl don't let him bring you down
I'm the one that needs you
And I'll be around
He could
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
on it)
For the rest of my life? (I'll give you an answer in the morning)
Will you take me away (I'll give you an answer in the morning)
I gotta know
on it)
For the rest of my life? (I'll give you an answer in the morning)
Will you take me away (I'll give you an answer in the morning)
I gotta know
in your heart without piercing the skin
(What up, what up, what up) I only need knuckles
Tell him to travel safe, then make his knees buckle
and the Brand New, the Heavies
If this was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the jams for
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