Lyrics:
While They loosing Hope
Who are You To know
I'm Living Proof
Of Some Highly Unsual
I think My My Timing Suitable
Taylor Made suit for a casual Shoot show
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
My beats are causing ear loss
I got the juice
walking in town with a noose
You done ran out of your use
(EH, EH)
Give me a vine
Giving me chills down
myself a sugar momma just so she can pay the rent
Yeah, I just got a bag with no mask on
I'm the future for you losers no caps on
Shoot the uzi got them
heart is
Yeah, let me take you where it started I got niggas who was with me, now they hating
Is it cause my flow go retarded? You know I'm the hardest
I
nigga
Slow to a bag take your time ass nigga
If he playing with me "can't find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG
the truth say
I'm shaqin you all
Drop a dunk you get smacked with my balls
Back in the days of gettin slapped in the hall
And anyone who appose the bro can
mane
I stole the machine gun From Kelly
So you can't help me
Even the mortician's
Image
Is only a distortion
Gimmick
I own the abortion clinic
With
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
I'm gonna be a real hip dad, with the guitar, black and white band photographs hung in the garage, the college friends who accidentally teach my kids
America, who's gonna save us, who's gonna save us now?
You and I; DVDs, SUVs and cyberspace
Flying blind, virtual reality is in our face
This Earth
I'd rather lay with you bae
Stay here by myself you know I'd rather stay where you stay
Homemade DVD no you cant find this on no Blu-Ray
(Nah)
That's my
The one who hand held the game like a PSP
Young, dumb, and vibing on a different frequency
My mind works like what you see off of that DMT
You can catch me
I'm coming your way
TRØN:
A preacher with no choir
A snitch without a wire
Blind tightrope walker
Learning how to juggle fire
Who will I inspire when
by myself in the low-lit gloom of my room
With a billion other kids around the world
Who love to watch me dancing live
With a billion other kids
home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that ass
Or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard
choked with ya chain
Flip Bun and Chamillion in control in the game
Who you drive platinum cars
Who you pull platinum stars
Who you write platinum bars
You claim that she loyal (Huh) well look who she laying with
You claim she a treesh but she in the sheets nigga
I ain't the one to be playing with
Drama, when ya messing with the master
Disaster, have you ending up in plaster
Katana, removing ya head from ya armour
Siddhartha, cause I'm blessed
we get a new computer you know how I will act
I'm watching Friends DVD dot EXE
I downloaded it onto the family PC
And I just wanted to catch up with
Marley by my lone, I'm unknown
All these other niggas phony, imitating bunch of clones
Switch flows, switch blade
You lack everything ay
I just lack some
Bob Marley by my lone, I’m unknown, all these other niggas phony, imitating bunch of clones
Switch flows, switch blade
You lack everything ay
I just
glory
Duke is not a joke, and I ain't gotta story
Every time I grab the mic it's with the sole intent
To rip shots and give you 2OO percent
Man, I'm
What you know about that struggle nigga
No cable a bunch of DVDs
When I walk up out my house I see a nigga serving fiends
I might not make it to my
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