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Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all selection
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
The medicine doctor's in the house
Pharmaceutical grade prescriptions check him out
The medicine doctor's in the house
Alter your conscious, change
I left out the city my brothers are with me
Got riches parading and the perk got me dizzy
Fuck all you hating go join a committee
These games that
this when we don't have to?
Meanwhile the Police Chief of L.A., Darryl Gates gets front page approval for telling a U.S. Senate committee that pot
committee chase titties and ass
(Are you ready? Come with me)
I'll show you where the check break fast
And we bust heads fast
If a nigga not in single
king of the city (On god)
No leach in my campaign
Volunteer like committee (We eatin’)
Ain’t no droppin’ names
No goin’ out like sixty (Stoopid)
Try
We wanna rock
We took our medicine
So wash your dirty hands and stick that fuckin' needle in
Ahh we'll fuckin' lose it
If we don't get what we want
bitch elevate from a five to a nine
Confidence booster all in her mind
And I'm checkin' every dollar and dime
To the city where my committee chase
certain this shit working don't know why i keep coming back to
this medicine
They broke my bones ain't even help me pick up the pieces
I was the last
medicine (imagine)
Things are hard things are hard
To borrow money now is a big wahala (ehe nah)
Things are hard things are hard
Human body is now use for
reactions
Taking drug history
Is not a mystery
Patient selection
Prioritisation
For medicines urgency
Or maybe courtesy
Check medical records
See patients
with South Americans and Yanks
Not to sound shamanistic but there's medicine in paint
It gets kinetic if you let it, there's a fetish in its strength
wid the drum
Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum
I fight on my tongue like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda
wid the drum
Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum
I fight on my tongue like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda
committee; I'm the president!
First class dick; I got the evidence 5 star dick; dick is elegant.
Heavy weight dic; check the measurements!
Gimme ah purple
wid the drum
Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum
I fight on my tongue like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda
your medicine
[Verse One]
Feel the bad gyal bass
Feel the bad gyal bass injection
Here's the DJ wid the boom selection
This ones psychotic it
wid the drum
Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum
I fight on my tongue like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda
your medicine
[Verse One]
Feel the bad gyal bass
Feel the bad gyal bass injection
Here's the DJ wid the boom selection
This ones psychotic it
back and forth, swingin' the pendulum (yuh)
Nigga you make me sick that's word to my medicine (yuh, yuh)
This shit ain't competitive
Diamonds so
wid the drum
Getta widda rhythm getta wid the drum
I fight on my tongue like you not want some
Let my lyrical tongue be your medicine
Getta widda
grade
Not a better selection I got like fifty 5 strains
Don't get in my way got the medicine and cure
Don't criticize, if you never did it first
Yeah,
the pillory
And sip that's bittersweet shit
That's green eyes burnt by
The prettiest eclipse
Ready on the left for the boom town battery
That shower medicine
the secrets of its mind
Its mysteries will baffle modern medicine
For centuries to come
What god will it belong to now?
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