Lyrics:
my wordz, I'm a young dog
Lead come out, head come off
The red come out, then ya bedz hauled off
Fee I got us!
I spit the shit that kill the people
a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat
mind
Where prayers can refill
People out whispering
Yoo pass the pills
Ain’t that sad fr how the devil try to kills
New world order got you looking
and it does a tremendous number on the lungs. So it would be interesting to check that so that you're gonna have to use medical doctors. But it sounds it
lost history- without a mystery
Till recently
It's either that or you ain't tryna worry
Distracted by choice cus the truth scary
Don't don't soul...
to climb
We all need an escape
From the monotony
The constant threat of loneliness
When checks don't come with bonuses
When the stress that's piling on just
holiday coming up next (Yeah)
Right after Thanksgiving, the focus shifts to Christmas
The elves go into overdrive to make sure the toys get finished
Santa
shook? That's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for X in the ballroom and then vanish (sounds like him)
Extinguish the sun when I drool, play pool
ain't a bush bash
Clap the magnum and peace
No shit, the world's fucked
There ain't nothing we can do about it
They still win even if we
Got the newest
always on the searching
(Show) Can't get trapped by their coercions
Starchild way that we disperse them
Thats the sound of the police
Thats the sound
slim but not thin
in amongst the pebbles we rocks on your blocks
soakin in the ghetto for kids that have not
slappin on some skin when we slam check
to kill this
The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions but you know we still us
That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
me your bitter enemy
All the world around
Enemy, they're tearing up the ground
Enemy, they're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy
I must
"What are you going to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters"
"My mic sound nice check one"
"The K the double O
Girl, you're beautiful
I hope you know that
You could rule the world
Where's your mind at
One day you'll see that
Every sound that got me movin'
underground classics
Gettin more green than that nigga st. patrick
Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*}
Better off behind a desk tryin
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
boy dark
This full of big shot the world boom boom shot
Boom the block when I response for that
Come ice on that to make the ghetto run hot
Non-stop
to make a check
To the bosses who dictate our checks
To the shoppers and the big execs
Listen up, you better pay respect
You're the box that broke
would kill to come home but their chances are narrow
In this world that we live in nobody listens
We do have thoughts but nobody's thinkin'
And I
it
Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared
I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here
fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand
I'm bout to blast rounds
Are you accustomed to that sound
Yah
I have intentions on coming across
A cash cow
I'm bout to lash out
Bow
At each and ever
to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills
Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back
Then watch the blood spill
Do you like how it feels
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