Lyrics:
just wanna cut this beef
With a fork and knife right now
First off let me get off my chest
I'm not what you all thought, righteous
Time's up
to finish off this track
Laying here wasted
As my angel mounts her final attack
The forks in the road come back to haunt me
What is, what was
And what should
Tied to the same folk who loved you
And then used blood for the pie
Sick don’t look like it used to
And hearts can't eat off your fork
This goes out
(Drama)
You see a nigga like me
I love the game
I live for the hustle
I thrive off the passion (Gangsta Grillz)
How deep is your love?
How
don't need no walking stick
Watch the way you talk & walk - you don't use no parachute
A bottle & a knife & fork - comes on down so slick & quick
cause, in heaven's my Creator
I love it when the light's off, eatin from same knives, forks
From, ANY man's dinner, see my antennas
You can't win, you
and moonwalk, hustle
I could talk through a fork, knock a spoon off
Made penny enough, nigga, I knock June off (nigga)
It's the Phantom, call me an entity
that bitch in a Porsche (skrr)
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr)
Scrapin' the bowl with the fork (skrr, skrr)
with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've hired men with the sharp-edged scythes to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled
off
Just Clark, nigga, sittin' in his high-rise
Tryna see the bright side of life
And a nigga just keep comin' back with a dark picture
It's like
gettin' no money then you just in the way
Took my shirt off in the vert 'cause the shirt in the way
If these hoes ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin' then they
own songs
Bein' in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I
The terminology, the psychology
You still expect me to accept
Do what I say off the TDK
Nato
Standing at the fork of 12 roads, analyzing all of them
Waiting for a shot, but someone gotta pass the ball to'em
Yeah I use to have some
I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
postmen
Used to fork out for your mouth
And now the compliments have stopped
Since every asset's headed south
He was a sharp one what a looker
The last
to the moon is the way that you felt
Take off your shirt and you take off your belt
Eyes grow wild in the fruit of the night
Tell me to marry you I say that I
It's the calm before the storm right here
Wait, how was I gonna start this off?
I forgot, oh yeah
That's an awfully hot coffee pot
Should I
I needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
Kanye's afraid
He's going to
Hell
Kim is
Trying to
Save her soul
People lost in jail
And if you think
It's food for thought
Put your fork
Down
headed that away
You're moving out today
Pack up your fork and spoon
But leave my Lorna Doones
Your map of Mozambique
Your water bed that leaks
La la la
She peels off her tiny white dress while
Laying out tomorrow's best
The tingle inside is a reason to live
And everything is all I'll give
when I'm movin' my rock
You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes
Yay in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
Shit, I could get rich off
no laws
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past
She peels off her tiny white dress while
Laying out tomorrow's best
The tingle inside is a reason to live
And everything is all I'll give
The break
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