Lyrics:
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No need to crush shit when I touch shit
I make this shit more spicier than mustard
Ahh ohh ahh
(Now hold on hold on son just cool
As a matter of fact you can thank me now son
Cuz in about ten to 20 minutes you about to feel some hey
I'm that natural lighter so you don't need one
You can
It's easy to be different when you know who you are
It's harder to consider that you've never looked that far
Where would the homies go, I guess I
Yeah!
I write For those who pray to god they overdose,
No! But for those,
Who are gonna go ahead and pick a fight,
Man, you are nothing but a tyke son
on man
Hey don't be like that
Hey where you going?
I'm back
Surprise motherfucker
I've got a little something
Heads down and knocking
Get ready better get
See you are what you are in this world
That's either one of two things
Either you are somebody
Or you're nobody
I, Woke up feeling like John Doe
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.
You who are her maidens come take me by
are you licked are you mad?
Now you got J3TSY vexed on a track
Should expose man
Make you wish that you hadn't
But think on it back
Should be older,
sound
Sewn up
You got a problem
So what
Grow up
No time to look back now
I'm on my job
Working slash earning
Every second
If rhyme's are a crime
Then i
by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose (livin' any way I choose)
Oh, you heard that I'm a rolling stone? (Heard that I'm a rolling
Choppa spitting like Eddy teacher
Carry out she a Eddy’s eater
By Mama Son’s and Far East
With the my mumbo sauce
Thats where I be
Real shit, all I
to dry,
The kids are in bed, Mums left to cry.
I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids
of time
What will you say when you look at your son
He ask if you did all that you could have done
cnd the time starts right now with no minutes to spare
your thrones
While laws are made by you
For all except for you
On this twisted playground
The chessboard of all crimes
We die without a sound
While you
[Chorus]
[ID]And make you bust shots in the air and scream yeah
[SL]Or, try and learned it from the mental shit, son
[ID]And make you bust shots in
get a check?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match the Neptunes
Check by check if "H to the Izzo" is the
Only single that went gold?
If
Booth Willie:] "Go fuck yourself you son of a bitch!
I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!"
[Another car
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
Chiggidy-check, microphone check three
You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E
Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get their scrap on,
and shakedown
Fuck all that talking loud
It's about right now
Gotta boss up and shakedown
Slow motion like an ocean front
So smooth, like, "Where you get
the Apollo
Everybody winnin'
Be a hundred never zero
Never
Throw
And never get off your track
If you wanna get the light
Then never painting it black
'Cause
will,
Where is the beast that we shall kill?
Abraham
Thereof, son, is none upon this hill.
Isaac
Father, I am full sore affeared
To see you bear that
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
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