Lyrics:
Need to get a lot of
Stuff off my chest i want everyone
To know that your dreams
Are not invalid this is
An autobiography of ideology, I need to do
Wherever you're going
All by yourself
You'll get there all too soon
You'll learn to sweat
Or bolt the moon, you goon
At least, you should
Beats being dead
in eyelids, atom bombs
Because that's gimmicks
None of you are Eminem
You gotta know when I'm here, you're dead again
Back in the start, go be
Paradise is Mine
by Lyman Chaffee
Wake up my sleeping one
The rising sun's our prison cell
Work all day, work all day
Do it again, do it again, do
too mainstream"
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop
" because I found a hella way to fuse it
sitting on one branch. Billy the Bird was on another
branch, not too close to Louie, and Bob the Janitor was at home defrosting
his refrigerator.
The Wolf
on wrapped around my chest
I do it the best, ya heard, I do it the best
Tuck the nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga, fuck with mine
-off
Always feeling down
They say get up but I'm on the ground
Crown on my head jack of trades no way you say
All word no play
Like it's mayday mayday mayday
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
just to get back home
I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not
at me, but I'm goin gun happy, fuck em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
and fight for what's wrong, fuck what's right!
And by
the park
I'm cold with it)
Dead dead dead
From the needle and thread
This flag boy and your flag boy
Was sitting on the bayou
Thats when I told your flag boy
so what I think I should do, is
Go find a home and set up a room for when he comes over
And get the fridge full of food, if I'm going to be a father
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
nasty little habit
of peekin? down the shirts of all the little girls
as they pass me by
And I wonder when it all catches up to me
and I finally break
it surrounds me
I can’t get away
You love me when I’m lost
You love me till I’m found
Your love it surrounds me
I can’t get away
Oh You, You
screaming "mayday" when it hit's
I made a payday with the wrist
Came to the west side
You comfortable when the dead rise
You made your home in apartments
But
and skinny jeans and shit, ha
Call me on Shaniqua's phone
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
I drive a hell cat. Yeah
She drive me hell man. Yeah
I ask her baby what you're gonna do when I pull up in a Cadillac
You dead, I drive a hell cat.
Momma always said, "I was her favorite mistake"
Poppa said, "I made it", and he's fuckin' amazed
My sister begging me to get her friends backstage
Broken bones and asses, tombstones and caskets
I got fleeced, I'm not strapped, I'm a get you back
Me saying "Mayday" with an AK, picture that
Getting my
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