Lyrics:
page you're on
Now you put you in the middle, your voice is just a riddle
Say you want me back then change your personality like Cybill
How hard I try, I
the check
And if I'm goin' higher, I try to inspire
By tellin' my riders to hop on a jet
Got more issues that don't show in pictures
My bitches don't ever
The master's house will not be
Dismantled by this man's
Dick in my mouth but
I could try, give a little taste
Every opportunity and I just went and
Wasted 'em,
Takes a summer time in dollars at minimum wage
To buy some Pittsburg steel when you come of age and
Even more to get it running and shinning like you
time
Party time
Thought it was given that I'd see next summer
The way we disappear
I'm starting to wonder
What's around every corner
Got my neck
love me, think I'm done by summer
Tryna break my heart
With that iron, I'm gon' punish somethin', call me Tony Stark
You can't hide, don't you try
thing, yo, it's my thing
The way I swing not even an orangutan can
Hang on my DING-DING saved by the bell rang
I talk, yell, whisper, mumble street slang
strike
You've tied us up, slowly lost the light
Losing five pesos on a day of work hard
For once, come closer
Listen to my cry
You're a liar
You
sure ain't wasting it on clothes
It's a mystery to you but there's a guy at the store that knows
'Cause by eleven in the morning, I'll find him
the basement by Fresh, he like, "Dog, you lit"
Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them
While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings
Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring
Fell around my neck, I started choking
My soul
spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V
Be
and a cinnamon Pop-Tart
The bell doesn't work, foo, you better knock hard
Line by line, I'm doing fine
Ideas on my mind for my time
Hail when my kind does
props
Eleven years old, extra-manish, hard-headed sellin' rocks
I killed an old wack motherfucker, no one ever bigger than me
Prettiest thing I ever
try to relocate
But in my tank lord I got faith
Five hundred dollars or so for my block
Lord knows I couldn't stop
That's a long way from bad
got mo' styles than the miles to the sun
Ninety-three million, five thousand flows (yeah)
And here's one more for the hoes
Tha Alkaholiks got
Sue, I'm a housewife...
Alright, tell him you're abducted by a strange group of aliens
No Sue he watches the X-files he knows the difference between real
Born in '72
Safe from smallpox and polio too
My dad got blinded by mumps at five
And grandma barely made it alive past ten
I was born with many
the On-star
Pull up if your front yard
And fuck up your ordinary day
It's the N-A-P-P-Y, y'all
On the grind 'cuz time's hard
Find me sippin' Grand Marn-ier
Turn off the lights let’s hide where we are
We can survive we could carry on
You’re running out of time to try and find where you might belong
You’re
protect your ice with your life, its what it cost to shine
A young bridge burner, all I do is cross the line
Black clicker, pocket ninety-five, shit I
Teddy wants to decline
To entertain all your piss taking jives
I tell you my name
I'm identified by
And when the station verifies
You realize what I
lil' young nigga
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM
And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king
prude to take a buddha break
We got espers that let us bless with fresh shit
Undetected by yes men questing for five fleeting nanoseconds of fame
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