Lyrics:
slam it, thank you, come back
Nah dude man I'm Kool-Aid
I'ma go be super black somewhere
That I'm not called stupid
But I won't forget what you did
Took
beat your ass
And the courts is the mob and
It’s ran by the cash
I’m just doing what I’m doing
I’ve been moving lately
I’m just trying to live my life
gettin hungry and the
Rap game a restaurant
Tummy hurting now, where the restroom?
Sneeze, cough, fart, nigga bless you
Call all of my white friends
Yo, I'm finna put this shit down
For my mother fuckin rydas
Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip, Bullet
The game ain't go love ya'll
I got two words,
stay
We're goin' hoppin' (Hop)
We're goin' hoppin' today
Where things are poppin' (Pop)
The Philadelphia way
We're gonna drop in (Drop)
On all
be in the streets with that Kamehameha
And I ride the beat like
La di da di da
Fuck em all
fuck em let em go
Where they at?
I don't wanna know
What
Dam
Huh
Long live marty
Bitch
Aye i like this
Uh uh
I beat the beat up like im johnny mike tyson
Bitch ate the dick and she did it with icing
I keep
Maintain, when I'm with my niggas
In where I'm from
Drive-bys in the broad day
Get your house sprayed
When the your rent's paid (Everywhere I go)
Still see
side
Say where you wanna go
I'll come along for the ride
Anytime you need a friend
I'll be there right by your side
Say where you wanna go
I'll come
a couple times you ain't havatah ride
Did a couple a things, justah live this life
Stayin' by my side, you my ride or die
Sensei, had to teach
To the Lords
So far from where I am now in
Four years, God willin I'm alive, it's on
I guarantee you we will
WE WILL have our own political party and
It won't be
to match,
By the time I get done you’ll already be attached
I’m the type of nigga you can introduce to momma,
Then I beat it up call it blunt force trauma,
I come from it, but it seems impossible to run from it!
All the evil I did to people then none could stomach?
No cause when my spirits go up now
eat it up so super quick
She think I did a magic trick
But bitch this ain't no magic trick
Now go and grab my magic stick
Blow and she go
And she blow
be 3much
I got a trap house
Where we can meet up
I got the knocker
If you wanna meet up
I'm whooping his ass
Like he can get beat up
Kicking it back
is lock & load
Take the shot and Blow ...wow
Cause we All Gotta Go Go
See Time flies by
Times real short
Tryna fly high
Away from the floor
We All
nuh go so
And when yuh buss a full a ratchet, it full a copper and lead
Tell dem mi seh nuttin' nuh go so
No boy never make ya skirt from where you
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
Came from the bottom now I'm headed to the top
You know damn well I ain't never gonna stop
Wake up in the morning all I hear is them talking
Where is
to make things right
It's illegal to be black
Pinpoint the black communities with crack
No matter where you go you never safe
Slain your loved ones and pay
price being beat by Roman guards
But when he resurrected gave us life free of charge
Now me and my boys need to be in a psych ward
Cause we went crazy
who you take home
'Cause 'round here it's a fact of life
That people know you by your first name
And what you did last night
Here we go
Where
everybody left me
Feel like no one understands me
Here i go crying where's my tissue
How did i get here, what did i get myself into
Gotta do a self check cuz
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
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