Lyrics:
Your Momma is a whore
Ah shit, you know what we're gonna say right now
We're gonna bring the hardcore to you New Jersey style
BBBWWWAAA
Let the bass
and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
for seein you gone, nothin
wake up, I'm by your side
You'll be home in the morning
Sunlight shines upon your face
Sunlight upon your face
Put down my bags and crawl into bed,
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
remember Vine
It's nasty
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all, y'all
Of course all the hardcore heads
stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
I'm like a head trip to listen to, 'cause I'm only givin' you
Things you joke about with your friends
Why's her head and heart at war?
Why's she pushing away
People she prays will stay
Just to prove she's so hardcore?
She's so hardcore
Hard to her core
to the head.
The killer left a note and this is what the note said:
"Never be bigger than you are.
Never try to pose like you're a superstar
Next time you rob
to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up
It looked so good, your perfect plan
You had to get greedy to be the man
Now you're holding the bag, paying the price
Gonna get burned by the heat
your mouth
[Chorus]
Picture the game as a quarter toss it up in the air (uh ha)
Heads or tails win or lose broke niggas are players
Heads
what I do
You go get your crew, and I'll go get my crew
Cruisin', laid back, drop top, next fling
Head noddin' to the bomb, you got it goin' on
Say ooh,
Dear Homie, what's the hap, since your up in the sky?
With God by your side
Homie what's it like?
I know your bein' treated right
No more
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
the Machine, break it apart
Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart
I show my love in the light while why'all hate in the dark
Straight
Bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag
Run straight to da bag
But the way that I feel like it 'gon be right here by tomorrow
Tells me I should stay, tells me
alright
Repeat that song get it stuck in your head
'Cause your life force strong this your daily bread
The Greatest Superstar of all mother fucking time
the man feel like he can't meet a superstar.
Take a hit,
Let the burn flow over you,
Flow excel,
Expand inside of you,
Cut your throat,
That'll
to smile
`Cause you know that I'm about to servin'
Christmas dinner country style
Christmas dinner country style
Everybody's sittin' by your head
ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da
daycare home
Before you with me, I was alone
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything into my head
Tried to do something by hand
To do a everything
the ghetto?
We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
So, the time is now, your girl about to blow, niggas done fumble the fuckin' bag, Scotty
Baby, I meant it when I said that I love you, I really
getting sicker here's the kicker fuck your Advisory Sticker
I'm advise to stick 'this CD made by Seagram's Liquor'
[Chorus - Princess Superstar
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