Lyrics:
When I lay down and die
On my old tired hunkers
The family back home
Will get ten-thousand plunkers
Oh, this man's war
Is a mean man's war for sure
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
[Violent J]
The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like
Snipe a nigga long range, Uno the top gun
Dirty out here
I ain't stopping at the stop light
I'm the real Dirty Dan, nigga
You are not him
Low in the road
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
the gut-wound of simpler times
back in the discos of yore before the archduke François Kevorkian died
it won’t be long now ’til Vincent’s old body - like
the coup man cause breakin old habits so hard to do
[Notorious BIG]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it flip 2 keys in 2 weeks n didnt flawlet
my brain
the side of the road
But each time the devil's caught me I remembered what they taught me
In brush arbors by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by
the oldest
And strongest emotion known to man
Something deeply inscribed in our
Nervous system and subconscious
Over time, however
Something strange began
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
boyfriend
Or her toyfriend see
Let me specify
The last man
Took the money
Left the guy
Desert dry
And gave it to d-rugs
He kept her high
Runnin around
breathed hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Daddy was an old time preacher man and Leona would get up to testify
And we'd sing in the sweet by and by
And children love this shit man, come on
I see kids that say bringin guns to school
Ten year old crack heads and that ain't cool
My four year old daughter
Venom Man, Venom Man Feel it's time to show the dumb ones how you get again
Venom Man, Venom Man They won't try you, cause you let it fly, How
along the page.
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
I get up, I get down.
IV. Seasons Of Man
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
the consequence of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked
the consequence of your childish nonsense
I can make your head explode just by my lyrical content
Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya
I never liked
every month, every year
the cycle don't change, man, this shit is in repeat
Tell my brother, bring them bikes out, it's time to run the street
Yeah, we
the first time in history
Man has developed the means with which
To expunge all life in
One shuddering instant and, brother, no
One gets a pass, no one hides
grab a hand and join the caravan
That's bein' ran by the hoochie cooche man
Then don't miss a breath of my kiss of death
An A plus in lusty while
Chorus:
Now true, yu see mi lay dung here with yu
Mi sey my mind is on mi hot man outta town
A boy caan tek mi fuh no clown
Mi sey, yu tink
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