Lyrics:
Can't wait to break out of these chains gotta pave my way
Can't wait to prove all of 'em wrong I still let 'em hate
Can't wait to toast up with
rapping to that C2
Just wait until Johari, it'll be soon
She never seen the life I live in 3D
Ping me if you need to, girl, I'm always missing calls
I can't
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That
ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up||[Chorus x2]||[Outro - Shawnna]|Shorty said, shorty said|Shorty said, shorty said|Wait a minute, hold
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
sane brain
Huffed on medication
Swelled by pain you gave me dedication
Facing off my pain I'm just replacing fear with all my hate
I'm not mistaken
on medication
Swelled by pain you gave me dedication
Facing off my pain I'm just replacing fear with all my hate
I'm not mistaken
Weakness is my pain
And I am
We don't go way back
Sail before the wind and luck
Pull shadow away as it's getting longer
Ain't no home, ain't no joke
So we can stomp it hard
the minute clinic, get shot on site
Johnny Storming in and I'm going flame on like
Your mama heard my record and she threw it in the bonfire
Big dick moves got
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
Stay Yo Distance
When you aint got it
Thats when they act different
I know I been down for minute but I aint tripping
Hustle in my blood so you Im
nightmares what I miss
No room for error, show me different everybody snitched
Rats
I go by a code of honor that not everybody getting
I get approval from
stomp the nigga two minutes long
Know I'm repping West side, putting you in the song, damn
2Pac got smoked by Baby Lane
And both of them niggas dead
girls every night
But he ain't fucking the wife
And he's doing the things we'll never do and he's genuine
Judging by the size of his crew
With a face
I'm a demigod in real life, this not no 2K
Fuck Ronald and Michael Wang, I hate 2K
She got a attitude, hit her with the Double A
You can't see me, like
on a stage and killed a 10 minute set
Yeah the crowd was fuckin' lovin' it
I'll never forget
2 weeks later pass me by til I was hit with a text
Yeah a label
1, 1, 1 be ready for voodoo
Manifestation of digital minds
From him, spirit dare twos
And guard the creator of the universe
Act as one, him, like
you
By being reelected for Term Two.
But you Privileged Folk
Get many Benefits.
Such as Jobs
And more incentives.
But what about my race?
Or the others
silly on these drums
Yeah we made it to place where won't ever see the slums
Kicking it through familiar areas
Style is various
Looking at the hate is
to blow in the storm
We tried to remember the history in the region
The French foreign legion, Imperialism,
Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah
Were
a good floater
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving
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