Lyrics:
his hands behind his back
He hit me about seven times and I knew that it was brass
I said ah nah, he really need to get it
And by the look on my face,
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
a whole safari
in an underbrush
That isn't easy!
Went over the Sahara
on an old pair of skies
I did some acrobatics
on the high trapeze
Look Man
nigga
we here to stay
iceberg legendary boss talk to em my nigga
let these niggaz know man
I cm Legend ice-t iceberg legendary boss
legendary boss
nigga
we here to stay
iceberg legendary boss talk to em my nigga
let these niggaz know man
I cm Legend ice-t iceberg legendary boss
legendary boss
I'm from a town where the mans will take you down
If they see you making pounds and flashing it around like you the don
('Cause where I'm from?)
They
Musetta!
Marcello
Her!
The SHOPWOMEN
What! Her! Yes! Well! Her!
Musetta!
She's done well for herself! What a dress! (Musetta stops, accompanied by the old
oh
I'm not tryna press you
But you've been on my mind
And now that you're here with me
There's no better time
Do you got a man? If so I understand
not cash man
Once I walk to the gate you done dead man
Walking cane how I feel when I want to beat a bitch
Drive by how I feel when I want to shoot
grievances, yup
I don't fuck with anybody telling me, wait it'll come
It's been four hundred fucking years, man, when this shit done
How you out here saying you
a wrist
The way this shit got me feelin man
Coccy as shit
It was me and j rum
Yeah hes roccy with fist
Its one call to 40rx
Just to cop me a clip
And its
don't know who I am
And I'm
Getting tired of guessing shit
Day by day always stressing shit
If life's a test I've learnt my lesson bitch
Come expel me
listens close
Something bout a man talking slow
A man who does a double take when I walk by
With just a tip of his hat make me go my, my, my
There's
you astray
I attended service at a little church
In the country not long ago
A prayer was led by an old country preacher
Who then raised his hands
burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail
My little man got fourteen years for car jackin' a undercover
Them cops swear, my little nigga told on me
I'm
(I have a dream
That my four little children will one day
Live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color
Of their skin but by
sharpening their leathers
Learn it by heart, that's the rule
All I remember is dreading September and school
CHORUS
And they made me for better or worse
This boy got a hit
Feel like i'm outta my mind
You just keep on pushing me away
Never have time for me, I hope you see I just wanna be your man
Your
hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was
a legend, man, you niggas ain't worthy
10 years in and a nigga still under 30
I'm feeling like an old man that failed at life
Got reincarnated to do it
how I live lately
Gotta watch how I move
Cause my own niggah snake me
Man These niggahs man they pussy
Swear you can't trust yo homie
Old friends
man yeah what is it man
(say fuck that what Devin and the Wreckshop family, ay you need to get in this limo man)
(ay yo yo E.S.G., hold up baby let me
I got the plug like WiFi
I get high like tie die
By the ocean sip a mai tai
You don't the want beef
Better take yo ass to five guys
Man it's funny
Angelina
There's a black Mercedes
Rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead
You're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man
Where would you
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