Lyrics:
is the start
Mom nah my mom trust my mom
So where do we go when we die
So where do you see yourself in ten years
My number one goal is
I just wanna see
Bitch I'm a bad dude
And I'm in a bad mood
Step in my classroom
Got questions to ask you
Like where was you last night
Around 10pm
Chasing the bag
better slip you an Ambien
In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
and signals to the other police that the Champion
is sure enough dead. If you are just joining us Sunday
May 7?th at 2:42 P.M. perhaps the greatest golfer
had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed at, where you rest at
I suggest that,
the genres are mismatch
People lookin' in, like I'm livin' in a fish tank
You' got opinions, you know where to stick that
Go fill a tortilla with crap
Keep
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
inspired to never retire
My desires are minor
I admire the ultimate designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I
came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
[B.O.B.:]
Well
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
a few dime pieces
The L-Y-T-E, I cram to understand and
The R-A-H D and me E-D
Hey Mr. DJ, give a jigga-jigga back spin
If you do like this, then
the rapper of the year, year of the rap
Come from South Philly where the hammers are clapped huh?
Violate and you will answer to Black
You a thug not really
needed myself
I ask Who gone ride with me?
What was the prophecy?
Where my mama wanna be?
And why the hell are you trying me?
Y'all Doubters every minute
fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
By
And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they
a fiend,
Why you acting like a bum, you ain’t got no goals?,
I be running towards the money that’s where imma go,
You be jogging to the money that’s why you
wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
and they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, cuz you partay
Doo doo doo doo doo doo,
doo bi doo bob!
Doo doo doo doo doo doo,
doo bi doo bob!
Down in the sea
where nobody goes,
there are baby shark
companionship...but...but... gosh-darn-it, I'd try...i'd really try to mak
Happy!
Rhonda:
Harry...you are...a worm...a disgusting worm! you wormmmmmm! you are nothing but
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