Lyrics:
and found with bad intentions
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause
We
getting it
I had a shorty paying bills and then she stopped
Cause every time we meeting, I ain't solid it's the Glock
I'm backseat king though in the back
And the tribe told me what’s the scenario.
Heard you just got a deal.. (Not true), Heard you can’t pay your bills… (Not True),
Lot of gossip in the air over
conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid
The plans that we made
Walking in a winter wonderland
Silver Bells
Silver Bells
Hear them ring
jacking me, bolted and caught caught air
Kid, this isn’t flattery, phonies, you’re called spares/
So don’t compare, If you read it, said it up in a thread
she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the back
By a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said "my husband meeting me here"
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
just need me a deal quick
All those niggas that be in that studio, imma run in that shit
Never mind imma wait by the door
Imma click now he meeting
I get chills from this shit
'Bout to pay Mama's bills with this shit
Cop a crib in the hills with this shit
Now it's Saint Laurent on my bitch
Hmm, you tryna' get some good fame ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' slang in the rain ain't cha?
Hmm, you tryna' save for the Range ain't cha?
Hmm, you
up a forest
I might just skrt in that foreign
Call up yo bih make a porn
Put her ass out by the morning
Yea
I just be fucking and dogging
These hoes
I swear I’m trying to read it clear so grab the readers
I know it’s something that I hear but I ain’t seeing
I know it’s something in the air that I
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
was
fuckin' dynamite!"
[Ill Bill]
Ill Bill lost sanity - lost humanity
Lost in a maze of purple haze, cannabis sativa - spit ether - violently
Bob Weaver picks out his tailor-made
Looks at his watch it's getting late
He's at his desk now doing fine
He'll make the meeting just in time
Walking
more
Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for
And its ill, its power to the form of a bill
To which people killed by manipulated free will
folks go crazy from the corporate engine hum
Like the threads runnin' through a weaver's loom, held in place by the same
Are the workers in their
forge an identity Slim
Find Shady thank him, rank and file, baby stand up
Raise the 21 guns in the air, go on blast 'em
An army of Stans, marching all
clways by my side
Love in the air
cll that we share
The memories won't die
Say yeah, yeah
clways by my side
Say yeah, yeah
The memories won't die
but you still ready to fight
Your love was like a bill & you said fuck them lights
Drunk by myself somebody pass me the light
Your love was like a bill
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
In the air, one time for a nigga like me, with a squad like this
Where the team so strong, and the flow so cold,
Ain't nothin but some bad bitches in
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I'm doin' kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for
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