Lyrics:
see
Ireland you are
You're some woman's yellow hair
Marty Morrissey's hair
EU fishing quotas
Bankers' bonuses
Paddy Clarke Ha Ha, Enya
Eircodes,
brothers blessings
Cause if e come that's the only time I book a session
Don get me wrong see I'm greatfull that they saw many things that the other
or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
And I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
With the E-a-z-why-e comma now that's drama
So pay attention by
do it dun
Murder muzik
Big Noyd, Big P
Get your gunz nigga
[Noyd]
Yo, you know who we be
The are-A double P, E-are
Niggaz fuck with this
Straight from the hood
And I represent the street
Send money to the pen
Still fucking with see (Okay!)
R.I.P. to the niggas in the motherfucking dirt
Prima che ogni mia rima ti firma i.n.r.i.p. dai
Il rap mi tiene in guardia
Per chi mi squadra eh si
Non farò di meglio ma farò EgoTrip
I don't sleep
nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make
Juggalos
Dead Pumkins dot net
Dot com
I-C-P dot D-E of Germany
Hatchet Man Basketball Team
Real Rydaz dot com
Twiztid Chicks dot com
Twi-what?
Orange County
I'm doin' doughnuts, the homies go nuts
See when Dogg in the town, nigga, we turn up
Off that mothafuckin' E-4-O mango-scotto (yes sir)
Nigga, we sip
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
that's the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
said goodbye but it won't take it's leave
Why should it take the tears of a woman
To see how men are
P E R S P E C T I V E
It's no mystery
What you
+ (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my b****es with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E (what's
[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-are (yeah) you-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-are, you-L-E
the prom queen, you a prom date
I don't drink gin, I'm the Bombay
Wanna get there? Maybe one day
You'll be P-E-R-F-E-C-T
Somethin' like T-A-T-E
I got so
a friend, you're an enemy
People that think they are better than me
Are you looking at me?
Who could I be?
I'm the S to the K-I-P to the
A-B-R-A-S-I-V-E
Fucking with the P R O P H E C Y
Once again we're stuck in the suffering
Motherfuck the government there's no love for them
No love for them
Fuck the I
E11, E10.... Leytonstone to Leyton
Walthamstow to Chingford
Pavements ovulating
The ends birthed so many man I can’t help but see satan overtaking
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-p-l-to-the-d-e-ap
Linkin' up with the Primo, do it
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin' up with
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V
Ain't none of that shit better than
A B G (Yae)
Hustle, making money on the go
I'm the young D boy by
there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin' jumpin' up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing, real tough like
irrelevant
But it's definite I spit more than speech impediments
Brooklyn's the residence, the best and it's evident
We got them niggas P-E-Nuts, like they
see
A big pumpin bump (just a lookin' at he)
Bootie licious nutritious for the (doodle e dee)
I tapped her on the shoulder (and what did you see
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
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