Lyrics:
stopping,
Hit man in the back with the bottle of the crystal poppin
Open, I'm hopin that Tommy come through with another case of liqour
Cause there's never
an experience of gettin' closer to God
(Come on)
Since the day I was young I had premonitions of an ending to come
Behind the barrel of the next man's gun
stopping,
Hit man in the back with the bottle of the crystal poppin
Open, I'm hopin that Tommy come through with another case of liqour
Cause there's never
of the night
Or in the mornin time
Just call me up
Cause you'll never find
Another girl like me
Who'll be down you'll see
With all the shit
That you been through
Stop by the bar around Eight, your smile verse my 5th drink
You’ll tell me how much you miss those things that I used to be
a sorcerist
Who hypnotised the five major lables to shut all of their offices
Ball my fist into a sword to cut your choruses
When I record to disk corporate
to slide in Walmart and
Left out with a frown
And he say he smokin' Runtz, man
That shit Bobby Brown
Wearin' them old ass 'fit's, boy
That shit out of style
Thank You oh my Maker for making me who I am
For the gift of life good good health and daily breath
I wake up everyday to worship You by 5 am
Oh Lord
man, as long as I'm stompin' in these Broganes
There's no playin', soon as this army stop, ya' got no hands
Damn!!! Ready for war, and keep the weed
slow diets
Than you better keep a gun
Big enough to control riots
Foul what them Ruger's do
No black and blue for you
Who was you? Looks like we having
the clutch
Valet know who it is
They parked it in the front
I ain't never need a time machine
To see them M's coming
Every time I fell down
I got up and kept
Listening' to rachet
Music made by niggas with bachellors
Feeling some kind of way
Really it's a mask or
Masquerade, these labels are after slaves
The american dream
And when he saw hulk hogan on t.v.
He said that big blond man is kinda like me
The american dream
Bobby-ray he swore that day
He would never
How can sick can one nigga be
You think I'm off that PCP but its Chewy!
A lot of niggas never heard of me
I said beware of me
Now they scared of me
jumpin'
Claim jumpin' while you keepin' it tame and plain frontin'
Pidgeon-holed by people who hate change
My decision negro can never be maintained
ain't it
All the pressure and people saying
You'll never make it
All the fear of the unknown
And untouched
All this man made time
Making us feel rushed
Frank shot Hoffa
Heard a loudmouth get u clipped by the bosses
A clouded mind never good for a king thinker
It's like your baby mom having you on jerry
long
To see your face
Feels so fresh when I think back to us and
Relive the pain
Of a side mans life in love with one
Who can't be claimed
Now I walk
stop lying
Get off your ass and see the mount and start climbing
Join Jehovah who blessed my rhyming
Were here to party now Rock your body now
Side
don't lend it
If you have nothing to do
Watch it fly by like a fucking balloon
And oh no you can't stop it
Once it starts like a mosh pit
You'll surrender
tremor on sight, AK dirty under nerf
Mike Tyson with the drugs, he be swollen on a perc
All business with the banks, 5 figures get to work
Lil baby
on the rising
It'a May 5th everyday in my casa
Listening to this is for the rasa
By Kid Frost that's Hip Hop
Can't forget Lighter Shade of Brown and the way they
And ain't never did the shit
I do not believe you gonna need witnesses
Before you come kicking shit
Just look in my face no I am not with the shit
Niggaz will
Lovett’s meat pies,
Savory and sweet pies,
As you’ll see.
You who eat pies,
Mrs. Lovett’s meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Mrs. Lovett:
Nice
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