Lyrics:
at the sky
Casting judgement to all that walk by
Cause I fucked up
I'd put it all with a coin and a toss
I'm Vietnam with the sign of the cross
Don't fucking
the sky like Vietnam
My confidence shared by all conglomerates
Everyone in my circle is dominant
We live prominent, your world we bombin it
Stuck in
my nigga had to bury his daughter
You can get finessed by your partna
you could get shot by a coppa
Caught my lil cousin slippin' took off his leg
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
from Vietnam
I crucify 'em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem
Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this
When I die, my name'll
hollered out a stick, you know you gotta be a bad son of a bitch to kill a deer with a stick. He said I was out in the bushes, I left my damn gun in
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed
Tripping
at me.
I guess I was awakened by the penetrating sound of my own screaming
And it didn't take me long to stumble out of bed and fall down on my knees.
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
But that's the kind of girl I am,
He's my kind of guy
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I
But that's the kind of girl I am,
He's my kind of guy
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I wanna be haunted by the ghost
I
bought straight from the Taliban
Yeah I've got a big night planned by my nightstand
With my dildo and lube I got from the mailman
Call up Saunder's if you
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
Devil's time out
Can't be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black Abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, Vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with
to stay on deck
So I ran up on this nigga and I shot him in his neck
Shooting like a motherfucking Vietnam vet
Riding on this nigga disrespecting my set
sheets
Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns
Loaded for your roller
Put em' straight to sleep
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window
Make you
Comin' so swift and upliftin'
Shiftin' into gears everybody snap, tap
Clap cause this is the year
For Perfection, my motherfuckin' homies
To put they
votes were heard
For what it's worth, that "democratic" election could be yours
Blinded by the Right
It's the beginning of the end
Now Big Brother is
[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin'
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her
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