Lyrics:
gon' be a homicide 'bout me
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's
You held my heart so I could see you in the fight
No matter what I do I know that you would come
And by the cross you have won
And I'm so thankful
You
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Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice
on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with
on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
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tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers
Creator!)
Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with a slice that you know he's greater
What's
goin' on-uh
[Nelly]
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby
on the fader
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So precise with
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
I ever kissed your lips
I needed time to cross the others off my list (off my list)
A higher high to the trip (trip)
I wanted you to go, that was
the story that Michael
Jackson, in a effort to
retain his youthful look and feminine vocal characteristics had his
testicles surgically removed,
thereby
on
I'll tell you what's going on
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross the seas?
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers, indeed
Got mommas
Ay, ay
Ru-ru-run-run, here come the menaces to sobriety, like what?
Super thuggers thumpin' on the cut
What-what, what-what? My motherfuckin'
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even in Compton they understand
I'm on the block where you was
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Guard
Preying on my what's the point god
Catch yourself before you fall off
Cream yeah she lick it all off
Never soft too hard need massage need a manage
on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with
on the fader
What's my DJ's name, Cut Creator
Now you know the episode who's on the wheels
He'll drive the cross fader like a cut mobile
So precise with
Eleven saintly shrouded men
Silhouettes stand against the sky
One in front with a cross held high
Come to wash my sins away
Standing alone
Uh
I'm the one and only villain
Cross with my ambition, oh lord, I'm feelin' christian
Who you dissin'
I don't mess with no one
Job needs done I did
heavy
They try to tell me my chain broke the levee
Maybe cause it's flooded
Why you walk around with a baby cross's cousin?
My teeth already white, y'all
Feel like I'm headed for a padded cell, the
Bar for me what I rap isn't fair but
Guess that's the standard I'm held to
But if somethin' like that
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