Lyrics:
on what's next, Always Battling myself, it's like a Constant war I'm in, who's that?! Someone knockin on my fuckin door again
That's just two other guys
They
cyclopean monuments
Feh! If only they knew the true extent of this great cosmic puzzle!
They are as fools who view a tapestry in a darkened room by
next door that kicked down doors
And I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds on my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I
every now and then, I gotta get my rocks off
If you wanna make gravel, you go where the rocks are
There was a dime by the juke box, baby
Sippin on a PBR,
me and you are different (grrah, grrah, bah)
Catch me a pack and go sleep like I didn't (bah)
Boot off the door, then beat off the 4s, hope we end
Yo hear this check it
While I get on the beat and wreck it
The DHD's my credit
If you see me say it, then I said it
How you read it might not be how
the streets a burial
Survival of the fittest - only the strong will survive
How can I survive - with forty-one shots by my side?
You guys are murderers
in
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
tilapia
Speak wit’ so much conviction that you would think I’m a lobbyist, yeah
She knockin at the door
Let my lil’ shawty in
Not my girl it’s a pump and I
a blue crab scuttling along the sand.
"Hey there, little guy," Jack greeted him. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"I'm just trying to find some
taking my shots, what are you doing?
Feel free to hate all it does is motivate
If you want a verse you won’t even like my estimate
I think different I’ll
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
(clright, now our last song. This song is called Goodbye Song. We really do have a lot of fun on this song. You guys ready to have some fun?)
(Yeah)
Won't matter your chest will shatter
On the tip of my dick baby you are the badder
MC's now feel funktified
They tried but now they died
Biggie bring big
friend and my DJ, he's Jazzy Jeff
On a motorcycle tis next guy fell
He's my personal manager, he's the Hammer J.L.
And when I got flack, you know he got my
I'll mend his paw
I'll give it to Belinda Ann who lives next door, you see
Some trash is trash, and some trash is treasure
And the trash that is
Ayo
This a song about
My, my stepdad
Let's see if this ever happened to you
I, I hate
My, my stepdad
One thing that sticks in my craw
When I
it out I got a next door neighbor
And I can tell he's been watchin my behavior
Yo he heard that I'm a Christian guy
He wants to know if that's
on the show
The Streets is Watching or whatever
I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes
And they still are, you know
So, Jay came in and he spit all
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
There are no letters in the mailbox
There's no ghost out there, rattling chains
That's just the sound of my empty cage
So you can keep your life and your
doesn't wanna go back to when she was defeated
Make me shine, rekindle the flames within my soul
Renew my love for you cause you are
The mystery one that
name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like this tender named Belinda
Homeboys
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