Lyrics:
rest in peace niggas
I can't let a pussy trick me off da streets nigga
Shit get cold where I'm at so that heat wit me
I heard niggas out here plotting so
yeah yeah
But when I look into your eyes I feel like I'm dreaming yeah yeah
And by the way I'm solving niggas murders feel like Hajime yeah yeah
I'm in
let’s get spooky
Halloween, Halloween, crazy and kooky
Let’s dress up and have Halloween fun
Trick or treat, trick or treat everyone
I’m going to eat
Hey, are you ready to do the Green Freeze Dance
A leprechaun has been playing tricks on people
By taking and hiding their shoes
We're gonna go find
Taxed and regulated by the federal government.
I’m gonna call up a talk show
I’m gonna give ‘em a piece
I don’t give a damn about Iran
Or the Middle
back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening
economics and the law
She found her drive by protesting in Britain
Head held high, she knew she'd found her mission
Paul made her voyage across the sea
Not
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
bubbles up your ass
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine
Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit
to a burning bush
That's my weed you smell
Buying the best check the clientele
Round and around on the carousel
Heat in the booth like I'm trapped in a living
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
and snorin (huh)
Wake them em up like it's the morning (huh)
Nigga i'm telling a story (huh)
Hop in the booth and record me (huh)
My nigga this is a warning
You're giving in
I can tell by by by your hesitation on the telephone
Where before it was simply a no
And you're curious now, baby some way somehow
want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
Born and raised in dc
Iverson cross they ain’t never d me (nope!)
These are hoop dreams these are hoops dreams
Hit a blunt now i’m high as the hoop
to
Ask me why I'm stuntin'? Huh?
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
Drunk Spade with Hov
In the VIP of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
Had my grip on my forty
Still
sometimes that shit just don't feel right
I'm in the mall, I'm spendin' a bag, but truth is, that shit really be light
Bitch, I'm a D.C. legend, ball on these
receives especially at eve
She's grinding on me
I'm grinding all week
Trick up my sleeve
Nice little beat
I ain't no Adam and she ain't no Eve
Dick
the demographics I tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
because, when he came out
He came out wit the phrase, I'm here
We gon take ya back real quick
Let's go
Rest In Peace Big
Your reign on the top was bigger
to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me
I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs
Get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya
in front of your very eyes)
All you got to do is say the word and I'll show you a trick or two
(and I'll show you a trick or two)
Cause I can do
Don’t wanna play by your own rules
so you make em up however you choose
Thought we could be on the same team
you warming the bench I’m out of your
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