Lyrics:
lay your money down
Lay your money, lay your money down
There was static on the juke box and murder on their minds
Money on the table, there were
your money down. lay your money, lay your money down.
There was static on the juke box and murder on their minds, money on the table, there were [walls
the barkeep does
Say's that's fucking noble the way I'd judge
By 3am she's laid bare on the bar
Her juke box playing along to my guitar
It's Friday night,
and truth
She was all you ever had
And the only thing you ever had to lose
With a juke box playing Charlie Rich
You're lining up your shots at half past
the whole block hot (block hot)
(Skrrt, skrrt) In the hot box (skrrt, skrrt)
Right next to the chopper (skrrt, skrrt)
And the thing go ratta (buck, buck)
(ceiling)
Do it young, you a hero (hero)
To live long you a villain (villain)
I sold crack out the mailbox (box)
Sip hand and pale pop (pop)
Trench coat
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Cash only bar with a juke box
Put a dollar in for Willie and Tupac
The AC's busted and its real hot
You said baby let's bounce after this shot
And I
I'm essential
You can place me in a versus with these rappers that's hot
And I will place them in these hearses in the back of a box
Got a catalog
heart and truth
She was all you ever had
And the only thing you ever had to lose
With a juke box playing Charlie Rich
You're lining up your shots
the truth
Me I'll have a mocktail feeling soft as the blues
Jamming out from the juke box
Creeping like Uncle Snoop
Though I'm stabbing every track leaving
New York you do shine the brightest
Bars so hard your riddims do be the tightest
Speak a thousand languages but not seen as a foreigner
Boom box tunes
back in the mood
Slammin' bud lights in the middle of the night
Everybody lookin' for a fight
But the only thing I juke is the box
Pass me the aux
Cause
like the life of 2 Pac. Whoever thought we'd get framed by two cops, for only banging Bronx Slang out the juke box. Acting like I'm not even rapping
And her Body's bitter sweet
Still she's only just thirteen
And she's forgotten how to dream
Her brother the Juke Box King
With his venom mouthy
vision
Not tryna hear what you think you just listen
Live by the word, making demons deceased
Can't check the nerve, let the Lord bring the peace
Wifey
what is with
Days go by like much
The whole appreciated plus
MF
Juke box
Monophone buzzing
Us and them it's nothing
Independent stunting
If you
Diggin' a record on the juke box
I nearly makes me want to cry
You always thought it was a cracker
The one by Sedaka 'bout away to say goodbye.
I think
gangsters
Makin robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
2000 by 3000 mile box
35 year olds lost in a x box
PlayStation and videos
So that's how it goes
World
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
breath
The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest
Take six quarters out of the pocket
Drop it in the box
Hop the 48, off to pay homage
It
breakes down
And Harry quickly turns the Garbage Lego into Water as it alL goes away
"The Lunitic" was defeated as a new super hero was born
"Oh by the way
die
Stick to your guns, learn it's a lie
Killed from the rules you live by
Be slick on the run or stay out of sight
It's do or die, pick a side
'Cause
where
We don't care say your prayers
Cos I live for the stairs
And just have a seat and a chair
I will do anything for your approval
Sever my aura, it's
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