Lyrics:
As soon as your back is turned treason is planned
When every good thing's laid to rest
By the governments hate, by the constitution and their lies
Turn your whole block into chop sui (unh)
Then video tape your ho giving me slop top in the Jacuzzi (hey)
First they called me crazy
Then they called me
You can find me in the outer reaches, torn to pieces
Pisces, you left me high and dry, drifting out the sea
Odessey, crying yodels, tears turn vocal
in passing
Don’t be blinded by the light
You’ll end up crashing
I work like I’ll die tomorrow
That’s why this shit ever lasting
I do this shit for
some hoes in this house
If you see 'em turn ’em out
There's some hoes in this ho-ow-ow
Bitch, why you looking at my dick?
Acting like you wanna blow
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
(Hook)
We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn it up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'
Everybody freaked out
And wiggin for
your fetty on a mother fuckin' Chevy
I'm buyin' somethin' heavy, turn the ass into spaghetti
From another planet, no, it's not the Serengeti
More than
They say you'll be fine, your still young
You've got your whole life to find the one
Sun rises after every sun set
Come on, boy, you ain't even
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
adopted by
The credit you refuse to give us out of retaliation now I push
V's like Vonage you know you love it your comments never
Had an impact on my
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
to total slaughter, once I turn that corner
Once I cross that border, funeral accordance are in order
It's an emergency, the fear is real, the feel
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
order
Wanna mend your aura but you can't though
Try Camp Lo, Pac Div, Pac, Big, Nas, Quik
'Till yo top five obnoxious
Lemme tell you
When you rot in
the game 'til it say "out of order"
Put the high score up
Then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe
Head on the tour bus
Do
turn your lil man into Tay-K
He influenced by them traps, and shooters in them raps
Get his hands on a strap, now he post it on his snap
Want him some
the best around
No, little yucks, I'll close your mouth
I'll talk with no clout
I'm just here to dream up a sound
I turn them down
I turn them down
I turn
the advancement and run
Drive-by you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy
(punk)
smellin' like Fahrenheit
Niggas fleas ticks and parasites
tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's
(punk)
smellin' like Fahrenheit
Niggas fleas ticks and parasites
tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's
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