Lyrics:
version of fascism and
Corporatism originated in Italy
Where major universities and
Teaching hospitals were organized as guilds
Of masters these
Master P]
Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz (that ain't nothing)
Then I bought four for my friends (that ain't nothing)
Hit the club on twenty
on the roof, I'm Charley Mingus dumping through the ceiling
Master P-ing on these lost Europeans thievin'
Shit be grim, and De La born a reaper
Born in
care
I watch you sleeping in the hospital bed
The baby curled up in a ball
Winter sunlight hits the family tree
And everything else becomes nothing
they wont on his level
Out the mask on the bridge, put the gas to the pedal
Heart down to my knees outside that hospital
I just wish I could've gave
of the trees
Well it's a short walk
In a sweet breeze
I will need you, feed you, seed you, plead with you
All for the taste of your sweet love thelma
If a heart
I knew it was a dream, true
Because when I looked down in there
It's only a dream
I knew it was a dream
A dream
I knew it true, a dream
because when
your worries unto me with prayer
The squire heard memos this tone in his head
Though the master had now been for decades long dead
He courted a mistress
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoes
ain’t seen not one shit happen
I think maybe kinda crazy
Talk to Zip he said it’s wavy
Master Roshi like I’m Gouki
Raging demon in the makin’
Don’t
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
what I'm sayin'?
And together, we can get paid in full
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my
what I'm sayin'?
And together, we can get paid in full
Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my
And them hoes I gave you
I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital, while the cops guardin' your room
You gotta see what
See what I mean?
The dead dance a little faster when they hear the master singing in the pasture
Here we are in this hospital
My guitar is inhospitable
in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.
You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem.
Laaa...got a night down...
Yah.
And them hoes I gave you
I'm that nigga that'll come and pour salt in your wound
At the hospital, while the cops guardin' your room
You gotta see what
to kiss & tell. oh hell
She like a bomb shell
We do it like Montell in Roswell
51 hoes in my area
Bussin em down in a chariot
Callin me arrogant
master
Born on August 8, 1988, at the Portland Hospital in London, she is ninth in the line of succession to the British throne. Despite the challenges
account and heart are now together broke
You call it a hospital, I call it my second home
Introducing
(Okay Jameson, we still have time 'til we arrive in
Meet my maker
But lord I pray
That the gun jam in the hands of the slave master I mean racist policeman
You got to protect the Black Woman and Black Man
b**** have you sinking like quicksand throw that bitch in the trash can
Be the man with the master plan
Run as fast as you can gingerbread man
A broke
surgical on the beat In the Booth I'm in The hospital
I'm goin over
I'm goin over ya head
Unless you get it bruh
That money ain't gone come to You
You gotta
clocking in
Everybody else act like they're all being blocked in
They all want spot in in the hospital
No care for the methodical approach
It's like when
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