Lyrics:
And now someone else is getting all your best
[Chorus]
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days those boots
And now it's
Kicking the Beggar.
(The twits are kicking a beggar with a tray)
Simon's there and he's putting the boot in, and not terribly hard,
but he's
These niggas trying YRK I bet you find out
I pay yo nigga a couple bands to get you slimed out
Ain't wit the talkin' shit no more
We got blicky's not for
Look at all that's happened
Started from the bottom now we livin' lavish
(ching) throw on Stuey
You know his picks are smackin' (smack)
It's been 7
you
Shit, I ain't smokin' good, I'm just out here tryin' to pay these bills, my nigga
What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie?
Shit, for you? Cause
you
Shit, I ain't smokin' good, I'm just out here tryin' to pay these bills, my nigga
What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie?
Shit, for you? Cause
These boots are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do.
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you!
Walking back from your
you ain't kill for me, yeah
Mmm, they ain't think I do it by myself, I know it
Can't caught up with these bitches,
They detectives , straight
Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
So to all you bustas out there, beware
Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves
[Krayzie]
Woke
programmable
Look into how the imperial west made you susceptible
We are sitting at a precipice of history
But it doesn't seem a moral compass is a necessity
motherfuckin' souls from these wars,
The streets, the ghetto, the hood. The ghetto.
[Chorus: x7]
[Master P]
Bitch, I'm a soldier!
[Mystikal]
I was born
shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
like to get to know?
Slow your roll i can tell
You're tryna take me home
But there are seven things about me
That I think you should know
See there's
Aye yo SQUALÉ
Let these niggas know
It's game time yea
Game 7 shit
CA to TX boi
Bompton to Houston
We ain't playin' no games wit' niggas
Bulletproof
I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
the truth, I got the boot and it feels cold
But it's funny how my soul was healed by a Black Swan with steel toes
That's why I call her Mrs. Doubtfire
Try
mess up there ain't no grace
Not even for the ones that got a place
No ghostwriters we self made
Yeah we self made
I'mma tell you something that will
This is who you are
This is who you are
This is who you are
This is who you are
Oh
Oh
Sit back and look for the warnings
The future's bright
Way 2
Bitch
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
Meet me at da corner store
I'm juugin' I just made a play
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
I make one phone call
To my young niggas
They'll
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
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