Lyrics:
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass
And the welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
and it's creating a feeding ground for the bottom feeders of hysteria
Hysteria, mass hysteria!
hysteria
Mass hysteria
True sounds of maniacal laughter
And the deaf-mute's misleading the choir
The punch line is a natural disaster
And it's sung by
screaming
And we welfare is asphyxiating
Mass confusion is all the new rage
And it's creating a feeding ground
For the bottom feeders of hysteria
Mass
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
running this rap shit
(Watch out! We run New York)
I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little fuck, I've got money stacks
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Smalls
Every mornin', nigga, I get blazed, ayy
Women, weed, and weather, nigga, if you bored come and join the wave, ayy
Girl, what is your name
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Polo, Polo
Polo G
(CashMoneyAP)
Bad lil' thing from New York, her heart is too sore
She feel all alone but I've been there before
She just
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
Love lives in New York City
He got a place off of the park
Heard he was standing in the ruins
And in his hands a broken heart
He called an army
live the way I live
You get respect just for your change
Come to where I live
You might get check just for your chain
This industry is a bitch
My dawg is
know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide through your hood
my own choir
My own band
I guess you could say, I’m a brand new man
See rap guys usually don't get baptized
But how could you cleanse
Your sins without
platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I'm just pimpin' like I'm supposed
I guess it's called livin', shit, I suppose
I'm on my live alone
to catch you,
And I'm going to carve my name on your back with an ice pick!
Don't go makin' phony calls
Please stick to the seven-digit numbers you're used
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
forever/Statue of Liberty/Long live the World Trade/Everybody sing it/Everybody sing it/In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of/ There???s nothing
on your own
Waiting by the phone, lipstick on the coat
Waiting by the door, you live in his clothes
You would make a joke that you had none of your own
tongues
They never see or wonder if
Is this where you live
Thin dogs don't vie for bones
Why desert just to be alone
All they own is on their backs
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
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