Lyrics:
know what you be doin's wrong
Bitin' my homie O.G. and Delinquent's song
The clock's tickin' for no man will time wait
So do not test me cause you
on my whole team
Ima be a leader
And my heart will never teeter
Old boy had used to beat her
So I know just what it is
I was drowning out the screams
me your
Girlfriend will play me
Swear I won't stop till Im shopping Mercedes
High Like the seates on the rover
I be who I wanna (uh) breath Marijuana
sure that everything will
Be the same way
Girl the evolution of your body it's amazing
It's like I seen you grow
Right before my eyes
Im breathless im
Heaven Was The Curse
Don’t move
Are you ready for what’s coming?
They will regret opposing me
Death by my hand
Are you ready for what’s coming?
would never get a tattoo
I'd never feed my daughter fast food
("Any sauces with that?" "Uh
Can I get three barbecue?")
Bobby Flay never wrote a recipe
Man will pitch your youngin'
Left that boy with three shots in his pickled onion
Can't get to you then fuck it, we might crip your cousin
We might
there's no real choice except accept the fact its simply what we became. what we became. and maybe one of these days all the blindfolds will simply break
just like a CAT scan
Uh
And WAP will turn that boy to a ghost, like a Pac-Man (mm-hmm)
Too many bitches in here to be worried about that man
Uh, I
the chance to hurt, I'll kill you
Ice pick into your neck, I will do
anything
Talk to you like I might care
anything
Rippled by the nightmare, moonshine
Backpackers pack there saddle on my penis
Best thing since sliced bread cut by Saukrates
Soul strut like Koreans with Bum Knees
Sy Wyld bring the beat like
the wheel
Death certificate signed and sealed
Take a journey down the road to glory
Pay attention to a soldier's story
There will be none after, there was
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
ask Al and Preemo
So how we equal? The Devil's reject, boy
My style is evil
But in real life you know that
I will leave you, Machine, boy
Rap money got
(verse one: you-God/Golden Arms)
It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
I got control drop a load
Time to rip shit
Time to rock and roll
I play the block
it
It's just another honey I'm sure I will hit it
I picked up the phone she said "bam what's up?"
But all I was hearin was "bam lets oooaaahhhmmm"
Put
Too often I spoke on what's real
Too often I broke their crooked deals
I won't fall when I'm pushed back on my heels
And I will never soften cuz of how
me
I been working so hard I just swear that there is three of me
Damn
Hold up
Let me look around
Talking all that shit where you at now
Yeah you
burdens, and these sorrows, come today and tomorrow
Maybe if I just borrow, a little peace of mind, maybe hit the blunt it will all be fine, I'm just lien
1-2-3-4
No real direction in our lives
Like weathervanes in the wind
Moved by so many counter pressure points
Our movements are only winds
It
punches
Was never that nigga to sell crutches
I held grudges, so I couldn't catch a break
From them 12 judges i see things clearer
A fiend in front of three
the motherfuckin' 06 season
That motherfucker will jack yo beats, jack
Yo bitch and jack yo shit, man
Be lookin' on that new CD, man
That new CD comin' out
That
herbivore
"No man is an island," yeah, I've heard that before
Well, you certainly will drown off the shore, rotten to the core
Me and Jesse D is like hip-hop
And raise a family
A cozy little home out in the country
With two children maybe three
I can visualize it all
This couldn't be a dream for too real it
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