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I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
down independent)
Bitch I'm comin' wit' it, buy down independent (Ayy, ayy)
Two-hundred, all twenties (Twenties), three-hundred, all fifties (All
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh)
Rewind time and still go back (All Out)
What would you change in the way that you live today
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
drive a man insane
Time passes slow down on Mulberry Row
where sorrow never ends
off in the night to the north pass for white
never to be heard from
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
to the quay
‘til she found that note on her door
It’s just hard to feel alone
It’s just hard to feel alone
Her friend Debbie well she moved down to Houston
having a diamond chain
I could care less about grabbing fame
Move to fast like road rage
Palm trees swanging like the doors mayne
Thats Houston, cause they
happy world
With a bow and arrow
From this sweat on my back to my bone marrow
My home pharaoh i'm so thorough
I live out in the Brooklyn bro
When I'm from
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
So Fine Featuring J. Rob, Isaiah Sharkey & Eric Gales
Written by: Bobby Ray Sparks II & Antoine Smith
BOBBY SPARKS MUSIC (BMI), ANTOINE SMITH
MIXED
Thrilling for a sport building fortresses of cardboard
Bait mazers straight razors shape the horror door
Duct tape the shutters shut walking down
That's how it goes on Saturday Nite
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Eyce]
Eyceurokk consists of three:
First is Rokk
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head pagin' me
Chill
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
the head to the feet
Going out sorry that could never be me
Fall down down twice and I stand up 3
Flight to Chicago when I gotta get right
Tequila
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
you turn off (turn off)
You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)
I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
Clout chasing gangsters, don't live dangerous
They talk about the streets but they don't know danger
Always speaking on beef, they just know about
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