Lyrics:
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Jackson's men moved forward valiantly
And they had such success they opened the road
All the way to Washington, D.C
But as Jackson rode forward to encourage
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Sheep's Clothes
Gonna huff and puff and down the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be
hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but
I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood
I put
need-a stop it ooh (Stop)
Run to the money no track meet (Track)
Nun of these people attract me (Nah)
We blowing up and thats facts b (What?)
We got this
Room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
It's an emergency, when Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and says she looks like me
Yo
I hear 'em talkin' but I don’t see action (No I don't)
I got the ball Imma run it like Bo Jackson (There I go)
Package coming so homie what’s
wanna put in you
I don't got no motherfucking expectation
You know what I'm saying
You see don't be asking me what
I be pulling your hair
Or why I fuck
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Jagger moves
But I ain't gonna lose
When I dance with you
Oh oh oh oh, give me your hand
I'll be who I am
Oh oh oh oh, I ain't no Michael Jackson
the
Brand of Louis Vuitton
Nigga, what type of shit you
On? It's simple mass destruction
Revengeance, tension, you see I've had enough
Did I mention? I sniff
Jackson, Grants, Benjimens
I can't sleep at night
Cause
When I close my eyes
All I see is dead faces
I'm haunted
By the root the of evil
You expect me
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
feeling
I just wanna know what's the reason
Are you gon be by my side every season
Every season
Give it to you good you know I'm always gonna leave you gone
Booty bitches
Big booty bitches
Break it down for me
Let me see what you working with
Break it down for me
Let me see what you working with
B b
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
business
I see what's back in
Club promoter pay up
Off rip contact
Day of show
To blow smoke
Second high contact
And fore I go
Still get back end
After
writing
And you can hear Mizz Beats is focused
Like I used to be, music's food to me
What can you prove to me
I'm still moving free thousand unit's
All my
was responsible for watching time?
Cause that shit done went by
Before my eyes
I sat and had to see it
Slip away from me
And walk home to the kids
dick man I'm still having hope
When it's R.i.p sneezy they gonna promote
Put the ball by the cup yeah I'm getting my
Goals
Testing the water I tip to my
that three cause I don't wanna hear you whine
Swine, got my folks blind, like Stevie
Me be, wondering when I'm gonna see the end
Andre 'gain slamming
is
Keep me a 6, I be James'n
Empty the clip, I be blazing
Choppa go boom like onomatopoeia
Hit from the back, told that girl, bye, won't see ya'
My
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