Lyrics:
to feast on me
Not one of you'd survive
What we need is someone
Who has kept himself quite clean
Would be good for us his meat is very lean
Our situation
the world that we live in
We took the top off the ceiling
And clearly we see the vision
If we talking bout acting
You know we top of the bill and
It's more
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
and he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
wabbit, Trix/tricks are for kids, don't you know that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back
[Chorus: Buckshot]
Why you wanna fuck wit my
Sanders
And George says he's not even going to play
Unless they bring the Maharishi
Yes, the Fab Four are interviewed on live TV
But for some reason
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!
This is for the niggas who
must be wise enough to know
That you can analyze life
Clear out of existence
The emotions of a Taurian
Are balanced by perspective
But if you
up.
But Wendy heard the footsteps,
and she woke up.
Who are you?
Hi, I'm Peter Pan!
And I'm Tinker Bell.
Where are you guys from?
We're from Neverland!
on you until you're broke
And when you're broke
They move onto the next dope
And there you are
Can't even pay your car note
And when you reminisce
Thinkin'
That nigga man, let me break it down real simple for ya'll
Listen, yo, and I'm very prestigous
You have various leases
All my pieces, painted them,
How many emcees must get dissed?
How many motherfuckin mics I got to rip? Til you
are considerate illegitimate rap motherfuckers
stop
and Mercedes niggaz (Forty-two)
Them rida niggaz, (Forty-three)
Them 'money on my mind' niggaz (Forty-four)
Violate-mine-and-I'ma-gon'-pop-you
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
on buzzin those laws
look at my lady rock in a spa
rock a by baby rock in your car
im not a slayer but i spray a lot
lyrics that i got you telling your aunts
very essential to stay alert in life
We're all taught by the rules and embedded in the mind
God came in so fast to save me
I know God can save all of you
about it, abort your mission, it's impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital
You silly wabbit, Trix, tricks are for kids, don't you
couldn't live with chicks 'cause they be to demanding
Especially the ones that's never understanding
Like, well who was that? Where you goin'? Who you out
I am born
I am me
I am new
I am free
Look at me
I am young
Sight unseen
Life unsung
My eyes have just been opened
And they're open very
Two
No mac I improve
My beats and rap
For the fans and the crew
Who
Always raising the roof
While I'm raising the bar
Live life like a star
Yeah
Now I'm
crew come together like jigsaw, puzzles
We movin' on the double
A t-r-o-u-b-l-e, we spell trouble
For you cats and dogs without muzzles, barking in my
On the ship called marigold
2 pound 10 a month it was my pay
And up there on the quay
Awaiting there for me
Was a girl by the name of maggie may
Oh maggie
Don't know who you are
But you're botherin me
It's not even fuckin worth the slaughter to plea
I got two new scars and they're botherin me
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