Lyrics:
Well, I know some people don't like you to talk about those things, I know that
Some people don't like you to mention certain things
Some people
to be the best (yup)
Nothin' more, nothin' less
All these rappers sound like children
When I step up in the buildin'
I might have to catch some feelings
All these rappers sound like children
When I step up in the buildin'
I might have to catch some feelings
When they sayin' that they been killin'
They
Tryna link up wit a brinks truck, blow that thing up
I just want the dollar dollar bills yall
And if I cant get that I probly got to kill y'all
I
(Hannibal Lecter) love the suit
Must be the best thing to come from
Your entire worthless town
With the name and the face of a dominatrix
Yet you're
Come on, let's see, some laughs, then we
Can do the same damn thing again next week
I love it when it happens like that
I smile because it's not all
And when I'm gettin' home
Oh, I was so afraid
Things are gonna change, let's go home
Bullets they flew by
And grazed my brothers mind
Please, please,
white got the gun out
Gun out
I tell my children to run now
Scream and they might fuck around pull ya lungs out
Sun up from sundown
Strung out
Its about
Cruising down the street
Minding my business cause I'm trill
Stopped at the ATM
Grabbed a thousand dollar bill
Now I peel like apples and
Peaches because I
apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out
The story begins in
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in the Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in the morning and I have weed still
Peace my Nubian brothers (Peace)
Ayyo knowledge this, we came here to do one thing
And this is what we gonna do
We gonna drop the bomb (Drop
hope you got the right things on your mind
Better do right by your girl
Don't waste her prime
I, I, I know, I do, I won't
That's why the drives all day,
of evil men is the indifference of GOOD men
I hope that by the time you are old enough to drive
That I have some better news for you, see a brighter side
I
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
of myself
I peeled off more dollar bills
Four on when they peeled off on the bill
Started at the bottom of the hill
Actually, I started in the mid
Tell me how I'm wrong for having feelings
Tell me how I'm wrong for having feelings
Tell me how I'm wrong for having feelings
Tell me how I'm wrong
I'm back in the business, I'm back on my vision
I'm back for the win
Some people mad I ain't with them, back from the beginning
I'm back on my
a geek when I write like Urkel
So fed up, now my face turning purple
Face turning purple
Face turning purple
It's hard to tell the real from fake, night
good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They
Tell em no no no
Tell em no no no
Yeh ayy
I been in my
I been in my
I been in my bag see we coming in
Money over struggle hustle over money
Gotta
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you, tell me the truth.
And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was
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