Lyrics:
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
late, got to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop to buy The Times
'Good morning, Smithers-Jones.'
to be there by nine
Pinstripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's the wife
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
Clean her bones of meat and fat
She's become the food for rats
Strike the match
You'll burn at last
I wanna see you
Die
The fire spreads
As you lie dead
cnd I think a lot but don't got a clue
cnd I don't know what is possible
Cuz I been surprised by what I could do
cnd I been deprived
Still surviving
labeled extreme
Cause I live my life clean like the Nazarene
God's word will last forever and it's never gon' change
I'm trading in my sorrow like the stock
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace
And I wear black leather
do)
I'll be waitin' (I gotta run the streets, you know?)
You can run the streets with your thugs (I ain't no clean-up, woman)
I'll be waitin' for
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die
I wear lace
And I wear black leather
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
lone
I’m in the zone
Jugg man
Need a clone
Ice cream
Need a cone
She lick it clean
To the bone
She love the way
The money flow
And she love the way
I'm so dirty can't keep it clean, neat freaks leave the scene
Side's flow is street supreme, it overheats your beat machine
I'll eat your team, spit
coronary bastard
Last word neck chop
Knock, it was nosy neighbors in the safe
House built with the bones of leaders
There were basic tarp over stolen
and a Ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so
[Repeat x4]
["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"]
[Alright, anybody move
Verse One:
The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time to take
tonight
I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised
wake up stretch my feet and wings
My life has no deleted scenes
I pop pop pop and leave the scene
Leave the scene Noxzema clean
Sippin' on that lean
with a sliver of doubt
Start talking till your brain gets fried
But nobody listens to you
Broke bones then you left me beat and bruised
Bled out split my
drives me crazy)
Let me tell you bout this girl
That I met last week
Met her on the dance floor
She was looking all neat
Same colour T-shirt
Full cup,
this my industry
With the money and the hoes and amount of alcohol
I'm not phased by all the fame because they'll never take my soul
Back of my bone, I
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