Lyrics:
to rush
That's when those cops
Came pulling up
And I thought
Man, ain't this some sh-
Your daddy's gonna kill me
But if I survive tonight
I
the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead
me for my man
Um hmm, oh yeah, mm hmm, miss thang is really after him
Uh huh, yeah, but you know, I'm going for a black out with him
Oh yeah, girl,
around that part, just ain't no good
Wanna know, what's going down
And the pimp on the corner looks like the sharpest cat in town
Jungle rule, can't
to
Figure out
What Tech's SINGLE is
Going bad
I feel like
I just might
Act a fool
When I see 'em
Gotta a nigga
Feeling petty
Looking forward
rhymes man
You gotta hear my rhymes
I know I make beats but
You gotta hear my rhymes
Being on the train, Amtrak
Train going to Philly
To now being
enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred fourteen soldiers
were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, dumpin' de
enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
I remember when I came out and shit
Man it's been so long since they see my dick
Probably been
Ain't gonna love you all through the morning
Ain't gonna love you all through the morning
Yeah, see 'em going where I been, know how you feel
I took dat bitch to style her out
(Style her out)
I told you I am not your mans
(Not yo mans)
We bout to kick it like it's Vans
How you snitch up
the come to go to my ride
You can't blame hoes ain't Peter Rose
Now she a thorn in my side, grow up
P-R-P-S is over my Timbs
Way shorty blew me out, it
going brother?"
"Just taking it easy, hanging out with the lady"
"Alright, God bless you, take it easy now"
You be like that nigga ain't like that
You see
out the huddle
Only pop you'll ever do is popping like a bubble
Pop toys acting like you top boys
You ain't no Dushane you're a flop boy
Bars bout
You'll end up looking like a mashed potato
If her old man gets word of what's going on here
You'll end up at the bottom of someone's next beer
Well
like goin' against God
And I ain't gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get crossed out
You
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
why I can't get no relief
Wonderin' when they'll come for me
A paranoid man makes paranoid plans
I'll do what I can but it's out of my hands
the nerds asleep
I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end
I am "focused man"
And I'm not afraid of death
And I'm going all out
I circle
sky fi mek di sun shine
Call out mi same and be there anytime
With you by my side, my life feel divine
What another man lost, let Buju be find
Show mi
for ah charger
Like dey going for ah barber
When dem kids needa chop ain't no value on top
Man dey love it soft telling me dey hate it wen it rock
If
of clip
I'm almost out of time
Runnin' out of
Damn, I'm almost out of time
We could all try now but just look up in the sky
We ain't got no ozone
Honk yo horn as she's walking by right now
Yeah
I need some of that, so fresh out the pack
I'll pop yo cherry like a bottle, take a swing
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
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