Lyrics:
the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in
[Chorus: x2]
[Z-Ro:]
to P-T's
O.G. granddaddy, I'm so fooling
Tell the truth, DJ Screw made me
Without him, ya'll wouldn't know Mike D
I was just lil' Mike, Bam had a hogg in
as
Our favorite movie stars from Jesse James to
Charles Manson, the media
Since their inception
Have turned criminals into folk heroes they
Just created
Massage Parlor Pt. 2
Hello
Yes
Hello.
Hello, I'm a massage therapist, my name is Will. Nice to meet you.
Hello, William, is this you? Can you
[Intro]
Yeah (yeah) [Repeat: x4]
Yeah (hell yeah)
Yeah!
[Chorus: x2 Andre 3000]
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
Mighty-I-de-I-de-I
I write might be about you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]
(chorus with varations till fade)
[fan]
Oh..
Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas
the rats out the maze
They should have never poked the lion as he pass
'Cause now it's two hawks in a cage
This a tale of a cautionary kind
This a story
must be mad, in fact, kind of rad
You not a smooth criminal, you soft and I'm bad
Don't mean to brag, I'm just makin a point
Some say I'm def, the old
PT
Business attire like a motherfucking white guy
Shorty is my type
Make her go night night
Bagging the bitches from the rags to riches, I'm not
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
the rats out the maze
They should have never poked the lion as he pass
'Cause now it's two hawks in a cage
This a tale of a cautionary kind
This a story
Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
He's a calm kind of guy, courageous and loyal
But don't let the temper boil
Cause just like a pot when
saving our children from attacks
Am I a monster mama am I a criminal
Our fate is death so my future is predictable
The hate you give us is the reason
Hook:
"Cause long as I'm alive I'm gonna live illegal" (x4)
-Shook Ones pt. 2 -Mobb Deep
Verse 1:
Take it to another level of mic murdering
I'm
you
To take you for granted
Is a criminal offense
My heart came from the dead
Found my soulmate in a friend
PRE 2
No trials
Or disaster
Can ever break
out in the streets
Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceat
My grandma Loucelle used to tell me,
like my mama
Know I'll stomp a nigga out, watch your mouth, fuck is wrong with you?
Like, bitch, I'm number one, I ain't number two
She know how
strapped in they house, got a dick, look like a dyke crib
Take three if it was pink, but I take two if it's a white pill
I can tell if that PT fake by
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
to function properly
Minerals are also important for making enzymes and hormones
There are two kinds of minerals
Macro minerals and trace minerals
Minerals are
a people transgressing all bounds
By committing all kinds of great sins and disobeying allah
And there came running from the farthest part of the town
kind'a feels like pairin'
Two alpha dogs that wanna bite, tear each other apart
But fuck it, the second I get in
I let 'em say what they say, and then I
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