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of the world on my shoulders, keep it moving and grind,
I don't bring home the bacon, then my kids don't eat and if my kids don't eat show you them handles like
with my eyes drippin down the glass
Shaggy I think they're tryin to start a riot
And then it's Ice T but he don't seem fazed by it
I know the devil's
all this hits bitch
I dont really give a fuck
You know i got it on my hit list
Imma mother fucking go
To the mother fucking sky
Imma blast off like
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
the kid, which you do not come fuck with
Known to bust quick with my wits in the function
My homies get lit listening, piffing and puffing
My licks and my
(Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get
my hair done?) How short's your hair right now?
(Well you know I get it done every
up I could give a fuck
Woozy from the first pill so I went and took another one
Just to balance out
Guess I'll let em know now
Chemical persuasion in
Poison is bubbling
Beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before
Kid runs in crying
From playing in the garden
"Mommy, I burned my hands!"
claim rogue
Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
[Chorus]
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private like ’cause you’re weird (Uh)
Met that girl
Sorry if you gotta dig for info I don’t wanna give
So you stalk, make up fibs, just to talk about my private like ’cause you’re weird (Uh)
Met that girl
a hammer
Beat da boy down like a nail
Niggas they really don't know that I got the Dracula
Telling my bro by my side I'm telling em stack it up
Shooting my
Thick hips and a pierced lip, let me dip quick
Shit, get this dick I'm gonna give
My mind, that's one hell of a grip
For a woman looking semi-innocent
You
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
crackin' them domes
around my way. Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a
shovel, you can dig a hole. Bitches is dead. Infrared to your head.
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling
Get that loot, kid, you know my
anybody can get it
At the nucleus is who He is, nothing dubious
Deliver deliberate lyrics, that my duty (kid)
Riffin like an uzi, don't get it twisted
of somebody boss
Laid off, gon' stay in the bed
Hell nah, what the fuck you done did?
All that stressin' takin' care of the kids
Give us somethin' that can
gorilla up into these songs
Flavour vanilla
Insipid
You've been about having nothing that'll give a run for my money
And I ain't been having a ton
sub', harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
like a hell hole
And I think my weight was raining down
I think I dropped a hell(hail) stone
Calling aunties, save me now
Mumzy hiding it, got fam
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