Lyrics:
quick like my heart
Now I'm way worse, by far
How can this be (how can this be)
Taking everything from me
No need to see (no need to see, yeah)
Acting
stacking, strict as Joe Jackson training
Five kids to blow
Fraction of my mind died years ago
Miserable drunk beers at most
Swung at by school principal then
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
I, first and foremost, pop off like T'Chaka, how heavenly
Pray to the Gods, let their peace rain, bring me weaponry
Draw my destiny, venomous veins,
to be alright
Quiet is good most of the time
If you're not experienced in this
John Lennon is really good to listen to
Elliot Smith
Roger Eno's Between
D12 LYRICS
"Trife Thieves"
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Trife thieves we can't be trusted
step into my clique the wrong way
and get your motherfucking dome
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naïve confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
finna blow, I be puttin' on these shows
Yes, a nigga got hoes, they be rollin' up my dope
Skateboard, finna coast, I be in the 3rd coast
3rd coast
to see me through
Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty
Everybody's on a paper chase
It's one big
looking for the old you, emotion kept inside cuz I feel I couldn't tell you
Cause I feel I couldn't tell you On my way to school
I'd be sipping on some
to be
Told them people about me let em bag me like a grocery
You knew all of my business 'cause I kept yo ass close to me
I solemnly swear to follow
And all these Robin Givens just wanna be seen with me
I was in a pigeon coop, birds ain't wanna sing with me
One on one sport life beat cha, I let a dream
Yeah aye all bout my money this shit can get sticky
Riding round town Nigga don't need no blicky
These niggas that know me know that they
Yeah these
in shock
Kick to your face
Power to my moves
I read all the books
Only real gs understand this shit
Can't stop by girl
We running from the federals
Run
here we go again
Another door is closing in
Oh lets go smoke again
Pour up a 4 again
She’s a small waist pretty face with an attitude
Its hard to keep
ain't comparing
I just sharing i be looking paparazzi the
Way my diamonds glaring
And I so fly that I be leering
Maserati I be steering
Riding by them
of lead
Let's make a deal, this shit is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go then we can let you live
You made that switch and now it's time to kill
Love, don't let me go no
I know the rules of the streets you abide by
But now I got my live creepin' on a drive by
No Love, don't let me go
No Love, not
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
the closest (Enemy's are the closest)
Yh my actions match my attitude (They do)
Different heights you can't comprehend this altitude (No)
Pure bait in your
there'll be no bobtail flushes make me bite
'Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach
And he played them tight but lost his pile
And Bill got
I just had to say that right there, Rae
I just have to say you my nigga, understand?
It don't get no realer than this, man
Let's slow the fuck
bout no closed caption. I'm a real thorough bred like a young Bo Jackson. I be moving like a villain but I been working OT my thirst for the Doe man
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