Lyrics:
work out
Pt bands
No personal trainer
Got firm hits
Like a punching bag
By the seaside
Bench press weight
4 da dough let it blow
Like I've pushed
money
E is for enterobacterium because I'm pathogen
F is for females, cause I came out of one of them
G is for guns, cause I got 2 of 'em
H is for hammy
shut and struck up the band
When the blues man asked for more
The woman heard no harmony in the blues
Of old Chicago lore
I'm hating my
to two-on-ones
I've been crossed both ways
If you need a shoulder to lean on
Maybe I can be the nigga
That you call someday
Don't let too many lean on me, cause
I
Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets
I got birds 16-5, a muthafuckin key
Fool, when ya hit me, it's 18-5
I gotta tax em 2 g's just for takin
love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread
Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head
How I dip up in it we can make a video
Sometimes I wonder, I wonder to myself
What would it be like, to have you by my side
I stay up at night, and wonder to myself
What color are your
Joan Pt 1, 2
Joan, Joan, tell me, are you dead or are you angry?
Did you change your clothes again? You said red was all the rage
With you head upon
of the Fair Hotel
At Wallace and 63rd
Chicago's crowds had known no fear
But I know what I heard
A frigid soul awaits
Within those twisted gates
Beneath
I can pull her through
I recall that fuzzy blanket and I know that there is room for two
I can see you in the windshield sittin' by the fire
And I
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
Let go
cm back up in the matrix
Matrix Reloaded bitch
Pt 2 pt 2 pt 2
Niggas steady scheming
Tryna catch me lacking
But I ain't never lacking
What
Put em all in a circle
Then I fucc around
1 by 1 they follow the kid
To his fuckin house
They know bout them ABC's
I feed em da D with Ease
Smoking em
Put em all in a circle
Then I fucc around
1 by 1 they follow the kid
To his fuckin house
They know bout them ABC's
I feed em da D with Ease
Smoking em
hit by a car.
Mary had a boyfriend who stabbed’er ina fight.
Sally took some pills in the middle of the night
ABC
Now you know what it means
1,2
by the telly
It's twisted let them eat the royal jelly
Leading us as Machiavelli
When their past is clearly smelly
Too hard? Aight then ABC
Now
From Down by the boarder up to KC
Aint no place like home Southern cali OC
And everywhere I go yeah they know thee OG
Cause Im known for my style
'm bustin' down a pack of that boy-boy in Chicago
You make it to a brick in my hood and you hit the lotto
I hit the lotto
Like Powerball on a ho
Finna make
headed to war
Cuz I never been threatened by
weapons they forge
Reppin of course please salute
Police come thru and proceed to shoot
Imma speak
tested but by deck of cards
Is full of Aces
The four bands I made that week
I spend it all and got it back
Now I just left Chicago and my
Wrist is looking
slammin
So dat I can turn and twist
Me na in a no long talkin
I am feelin hot 2nite
Me ready fi de bump and grind
Put me on ya big ninja bike(yes yes)
everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I
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