Lyrics:
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
by Gima but the shit came from Scotland
The way I made the glass go
Bitch, we steppin' on them niggas, ayy, steppin' on them niggas
Bitch, we
la
Yo we rock illa killa scratch off the cereal
brothas sayin stagga still that aint all thats a miracle
for chics in the 6's with their name
Serving fiends by the slurp of this alphabet soup
Watching they minds go berserk when they hear that new Bruce
For anybody on my nerves know it's slaps
poetry's livin' like the God that I fall back on
And all praises due to Allah for such illustrious platform
The teachers of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad's
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
about prayers we recite?
If there's no heart in it then it don't count
Wait for me, don't leave me here
I won't last another year
Walking into
'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
They sayin the six bands are higher for the flight
So I may be a hitman for hire for
or forgiving
When I walk along some railroad track and find
That you're moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle
Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside
a serving size too large for one, and yet too small it seems for some.
So give up, give in or believe that there’s a SOUP-erpower waiting within?
Still I
Course by course
One by one
'Til you shout,enough, I'm done
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop your feet up
But for
of office (get out)
Young Barack Obama, I'm all for it (haha)
The Rock of Gibraltar has now fallen on ya
I protect my land like a farmer, pockets stay
G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook a quarter
again
Only human again
Poised and polished and gleaming with charm
I'll be courting again
Chic and sporting again
Which should cause severance husbands
'm Chivas Regal, you Boone's Farm
I chew y'all when soup's on, I eat 'em like a crouton
Without a doubt, I never been tooken out
By a sucker, who couldn't
Pop out with your bestie, bitch you lit, I like that
Pop out with my crew, maneuver smooth, know how we do
Came from chicken noodle soup, now
connected like WiFi
These suckers tryna matchup, I'm like why try?
Cause they know who we are when we ride by
Stop that, cut the beef, and like Five guys
when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind
Well I dip my cup of soup back from
felt more alive, then when I loss something
Tried to murder his fears, and get away with it
He churched his chic on a sunday, no chic fila wit it
Then
for enemy oh
Money be my time oh
Woooh
I say nah money be my time oh
Yeeh yeh yeeh
Cuz nah money be my time oh
I just come around with the full fact
Chic-a-chick. What goes on? I really want to know. What goes on all around me, What goes on? I really want to know.
When in should come-a my dream woman, She
the world once more starts making sense
I'll unwind for a change, really? That'd be strange
Can I help it if I'm t-t-tense?
In a shack by the sea, I'll sit
By a bitch
It makes no sense right?
Pussy tight
I bet that bitch clench like
The jaws of life
And it ain't got no stench like
Your dirty wife
So
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