Lyrics:
and found God and
Came out as a black Mormon
This motherfucker reminds me of Dragonball
Cause as soon as he got in
A cell he started transformin'
He don't
as a goose ass out tried to down him like a sniper
? started havin' seizures
No feelings in his legs, arms, or his sneakers
We stand tall like Minute Bol
Yeah
(Metro)
We ain't givin' out smoke, we givin' out embalmin' fluid
Spin that shit every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
Started bonding so quickly he was just a pen
Told me when I write down don't you ever pretend
Jot how you feel and watch it take you all the way to the end
Shawty be speaking in my dialect
Man I be loving girls in the Midwest
Kick down the door because I am key
Do what I want I am living so free
She wanna
the other
Two doors as well
And stand back from the car
I look up at the windows above
Sainsburys to see if anyone's looking
Out from the offices
Always got they hand out
That's constipation my nigga
You ain't got shit coming
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
OK money, power, respect
Bet I know all
bullets
The blue ones
I'm tryna' cash a twenty three Tesla
The new one
Chased him down and stood over his body
We two up
But the tris so god damn nasty I
milli' in cash, I done saved up in the vault (hey)
Started in the bando, now we trappin' out a loft (bando)
First three letters of my name, he got off
on the screen
But never putting anything obscene
So we blowin' on steam
Flowin' down like a stream
On this jam, goin' ham with the fam
We rockin' out mics from
looking for the front door the back door and any door you can find to get out of the company find yourself another salary star interview. Right now because
to the store
Man I'm tryna get gone bout 3 in the moan
Man I hopped out the bed pinned down the flow
Man I'm tryna get gone
Fuck breakfast, bong rips
a crew
Now the music industry has one of their very own
Violator Entertainment present
The most thrilling trio since Three the Hard Way
Yogi,
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
world that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain
Turn my music up and let me know that I'm sane
We broke up, *****es was starin' at my
that from her body
Now we two shots in
And the liquor I'm feeling
I can tell from her eyes
She wanna ask something different
She let out a smile
Started
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
it back
I'm headed out the back door with force like Ivan Drago
Hitters sliding in the 4 door, pop pills it make them loco
I been talk about by family
that's probably ya death note
He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues
He showed me his soul once now I only wear church shoes
Turned out he
a fuck n**** stand down (Stand down)
Said you ain't heard I'm the man now, tell a fuck n**** stand down
I just really wanna cash out, I ain't hear for all
on you!
You think you're better than me?
You think you're man enough? You're NOT!
Open this door now, or I'll knock it down myself!
Open this door
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
go by?"
Well, one morning I was sitting out in front of Dino's place
With Jake the Shears, a guy from Philly who gives free mohawks
There were
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