Lyrics:
the alpha to ya omegas
Why'all gettin nosy like my old neighbors
Did he blow? Do he drive?
Talk about me every time I pass by
Sippin my wine with
Tryna keep my head up in this hateful world
Always been mama's soldier, never daddy's little girl
I did some fucked up shit, in the name of the game
of deep huh? well this is that sort of song
The kind of shit that will make your whole life mind toss
To recognize you ain't that small or that large
in his head
Shit Killa ran home
Took some advil and pulled the
Bullet out on his own
A real nigga made of stone, we don't budge
We just stick
I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that's all messed up
Let's go press up, I've been the cut
Got a can of ozzie I'm in the truck
Fresh
But it ain't shit to me 'cause breaking them off is just like a day at the office
And I don't mean the local paper supply get it?
Dwight, Jim
My
color of an Aztec
Madness approach, real slow at a the snail speed
Sloth, all hail greed
Sinbad, seen all seven seas
By all means, do what you got
Lyrically I freak your funk you never heard
My shit is so fly, when I kick it, it's absurd
Damn, how I wrecked your life with one record
Made your crew break
Peep me if you like smoke
You wanna fight loc?
You walkin' a tight rope
You get cut like coke
Someone's lust, is someone's win
Love consumption, opposite
she know we want to murder
a yo that shit about Jerome's niece is foul
she was bringing niggaz mad loud when we was locked down
put around town the 4
What nigga drop that shit
Soldier, say K-L
These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got
Told me to take this chance
Soakin' in Remy
Sittin' back smokin' a twenty
Shit is scabby
The hustlin' is so in me
Never so envy, got a style
Damn this shit is crazy
Huyh, huyh, huyh huyh, huyh, huyh
Hey i let you know hey
Hey im here to let you know
You think you rap good then I spit
I ain't tryin' to slip
I'm just tryna get rich
By supplyin' the bricks
But I still kick off doors
And fly in the crib and I don't give a shit
If I
(What is blackice?) mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
(This shit goin' platinum) look
Is you proud of me? I done made it
Been through it but it
living like Larry
What the fuck left am I missing? (Oh my God)
I don't think this shit is good
For me or good for you
It seems we incompatible
I'm
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
script
Megalith
Ivory tusks it's a rush crush factor
What you witness is real
Participants are not actors
Carousel patterns spiraling through the roof
to even,
real shit,
took a piss po',
when up in that john and took a hit though,
Lithgow,
classically trained to make you miss,
flow grew to the mane now
Scripture by scripture, picture this as true excellence
Can't leave it up to God, 'cause I'm a true pessimist
This shit was dead and gone, 'til this nigga
I'll knee your Mr Anderson
Hand it to you son, you left The Matrix, real shit, not fake tricks
Not close to Dynamo, you flashed your cards you bait prick
500 years ago when I was born
I crawled from the womb with a drinking horn
I held it to the sky in my tiny metal hand
And got real drunk before I
Fe fi fo, catch a boy by his toe
And if I see his bitch I'ma never let her know
'Cause I'm a freaky bitch and I keep it on the low
Hood boys love
automatic weapons at rap sessions
For real, lyrics are steel, bitches scream my name
Talk shit and feel the flame, Point Blank in the brain
What
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