Lyrics:
of the 2Pacalypse
Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps
Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the boot camp
They called us for assignment, one of the squad's
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe deckin', rubber
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me
[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
and make them run
So we give them one by one
Now we in the two by two
Some girl wanna pull them shoes
We tell them say comot of blues
As Mali dey here
And we
You know the block too hot for a cool kid
Finna pop a perc ten and drink two fifths
Up late with ya bitch knocking boots still
Real beef shouldn't
back that ass up and bounce
My fist
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out
I been the one
After that nigga get stupid don't know how to count
what I'm bout
I bet (I bet)
That Katie can make your bitch back that ass up and bounce
My fist (My fist)
A Kilimanjaro by the way I keep rocking it out
buried alive
Can't walk a day in these shoes
These don't come in your size (ya)
You hot? Apparently not
Woke up wearin' a watch
Two Cuban links
confront a cew
That night I got two, went to sleep, woke up wit guns drew
No time for cryin cowards
Too late for fire power
Karma convinced me to leave him
Cheddar Bob
Price on my life I'm worth my weight in gold
What's ten racks? I spend that on wing tips at Comme Des in Seoul
Sharks wing plate with
Disgusted by my history and I can't even clear it
I had a crush on Haku
So I made fun of the queer kids
Didn't expect you to take
"Go kill yourself," so
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2
Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
B.o.B
Even At the end of the day we could shoot, fadeaway, but we still won't be Kobe
Never seen a level that I can't climb
You ain't making money that's
Come on, bring it, come on, come on...
(Chorus)
Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang
Cables, links, ropes and chains
Skrilla for rilla, money
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
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