Lyrics:
(If we could all gather around
Make love to me, girl
He took you up in his aeroplane master song
I'm the master can I rap?
Go ahead)
I believe that
gets old
It sucks to be you on Avenue Q
(Sucks to be me)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be you)
On Avenue Q
(Sucks to be us)
But not when we're together
to ask you,
Watchoo talkin' ‘bout Willis?
It gets old.
[All]
It sucks to be you!
On Avenue Q!!
Sucks to be me!
On Avenue Q!
Sucks to be you
On Avenue Q
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
This is for my Q dogs who lit the block like spark
We grew up on Old
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
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Multiply highs, subtract the lows
I'm finna bring back my old flow
See check the stature, I'm a master, OSHEA IV bitch type faster
Cause nigga I'm dominant
on
Multiply highs, subtract the lows
I'm finna bring back my old flow
See check the stature, I'm a master, OSHEA IV bitch type faster
Cause nigga I'm dominant
that
A lil fluid got us right back on track
That make me take a step back
And get my vision right
You kept me on my P's and Q's
I wasn't living life
outdo us
If we are holdin' to the Master's hand
Three Hebrew children in days of old
Were marched into the fiery coals
'Cause they would not deny
you speak
Look, I don't wife beat
But you might catch me in a tank
Arms out like Master P
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency
you speak
Look, I don't wife beat
But you might catch me in a tank
Arms out like Master P
I stay on my P's & Q's, blowing Q's & P's
Any sudden urgency
outdo us
If we are holdin' to the Master's hand
Three Hebrew children in days of old
Were marched into the fiery coals
'Cause they would not deny
tu consumo
Fuerte en el 2020
Y más duro en el 21
Tu sabes quién soy yo oh oh
Tu sabes de lo que hablo
cquí el q manda es Dios
Y usted es cria'o
the old Louisiana
Remember
Them bar-b-q's at the group
The candy lady here soon as I make it home from school
I swindled up a 25 cent dixie cup
And them
Well, I know'd a family
Live down an avenue
Old man Mole
And sister Sue
They do that Suzie Q
They do the Suzie Q
Well, it ain't
Battered and scared with sin and he's auctioned cheap,
To a thankless world much like that old violin,
Oh, but then the Master comes,
And that old foolish
or fractured like bones
Who holds your soul as the master your dollar spent
Evidence of dictators gone hellbent
In times of old the races vicked power many
mimickin
Q infinitin down old blocks are bendin in
Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) like Ren and them
Pelican brief these niggaz on who I be
Before the paper
could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it
Boom, we learn from the old school
When strictly thugs
Yeah, let's go back
To the old school man, really
Two rude, man kick that, man
Take you back in time
If you didn't know, now you know
Give credit
Thinking of a Master Plan
'Cause aint nothing but sweat inside my hands
I'm just Thinking of a Master Plan
Thinking of a Master Plan
Thinking
Thinking of a Master Plan
'Cause aint nothing but sweat inside my hands
I'm just Thinking of a Master Plan
Thinking of a Master Plan
Thinking
dryin'
Cover tha spread sheets
Tha Dow Jones skyin'
Tha cell block live stock
Tha bodies they buyin'
Old south order
New northern horizon
Violence in all
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