Lyrics:
when it comes
Play, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
showed, wasn't no love in him
So I ain't hesistate ta put
Them fuckin' slugs in him
Jack who, Take what, from who, not me
Slip and think you can sleep
-
nt3 (yeyeyeye)
Jack ya br3 (herh)(herh)
We grind for the money (yeyeye)
Anything for the money (yeyeyeye)
We gon shoot for the money (prrrrrrrrrra)
Ten
Liquor, Addy, and weed, only law we abide by
Rap game Jack Black, Lil Lebowski, just some dudes who abide high
Juice be loose off the Belaire, I be
Christian societies executions are attended by representatives of the church.
Goggle-eyed before the gallows, the electric chair and the gas-chamber
They
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
She told me her story, how she had a thing
With the one-eyed jack and the suicide king
When she told me she loved me I felt like a joker
Because I
sharp (1-2-3-4)
Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey
love when she's feeling frisky
She's sugar and she's spice, and she's everything nice unless she's shooting whiskey
We rode with a cat on a one-eyed
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
nuggets
Love it, drive with snapped ID, lad
Shut it up like a Black Eyed Peas rap
This ain't no Fergie-Ferg
Burn your first beat down till the black
I beat
honey
cnd you've got a way with me
You're wide-eyed and alive, so full of life, I'm mesmerized by your love
I got a fever that I cannot shake (hey, hey!)
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
ysauvi
Fuck love bghina wraq mauve mauve
7na zwin fina f zenqa kaybqa microbe
Hna kaybi3o l'blaghi fousthom drogues
Ga3ma gha dirha w ntaya dayer fiha
The love they sing is hate.... fakes.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right Jill shit on the fence.
All right Jack shit on the fence.
All right
Three, four
Chk uhh
Chk uhh
I'm the W-i, double-l-i-am
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the T-to-the-a-to-the-b-oh-oh
punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Not what you are,
But what you've earned
Where Jack-Queen-King
Money's concerned
A friend in need is a friend in debt
That kinda friend king
Money Money Money Money
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
I I I've got money on my mind ooh
Money on my mind on my grind tryna catch a break
supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three
Rain gonna come but
To fight the three eyed Siamese cat
Takes money
And a little bit of luck
We've got a million of our best young mice
To go out and volunteer
To give up what
on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Fools PH'in', rollin' on Dayton's
But you better watch dees hoes
Some of these hoes jack, Wendy look cool but this
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