Lyrics:
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
Three in the morning po-po at my door
I'm wonderin' if
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way
And live from New York I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
"Live from New
gossip like hoes
I keep that fye I cant go
Cant go back to jail nomore
I broke the soups onna floor
Judge gave me a second chance from goin down the road
Step into a dark abyss with my feet above the ground
Got me wondering when the next time I'm coming down
The air is gettin thin, it feels like I'm
little chocolate mint on my pillow
That I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door
Well now, who could that be?
I say "Who
are dope, styles that meet
Any rapper clappin' you'd talkin'
You'd be yappin' my flow is on the go-go
This record's for real spin that wax in that
one/
You should already know that i be one out of a million/
Bend the girl over face scrapein the sneakers/
Body vibrating more then the flow from
)
Kickin' doors, kickin' in doors, is you like that? (Yeah)
Young throwed nigga, sellin' loads, is you like that? (Yeah)
All '24, you on go, is you like
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
prevent it from them, and they will be surrounded by that at which they used to mock
And if we give man a taste of mercy from us, and then withdraw it from
Tubman freed the slaves so what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout
Psychotic rapper let me show you how to be
It's beats like this that bring the psych shit
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
woman for tonight
She got that pussy poppin like the 4th of July
She the type that stay quiet when you and mains passes by
Fucked her a condom I swear I
Life fool
Staying strapped and letting that
Evil Mind rule
'Cause I'm more like a killer nigga
Put the pressure down and
Leave your ass disfigured
Got
how you hold a choppa
I ain't gonna lie I be feeling like Obama
This is illusion by the Patron
Chopper cocked and I'mma clap mine
Homies in the pen
and a follower
These niggas went from dick-lickin'
To being straight swallowers
Follow or see a trend and then follow
That's a no hand
Niggas wanna be like Chicago
live, always live, Beyond Your Means
Ssh, who the fuck is that knockin at my door
Shit, it's the repo man looking for some more
Grab my fourty-four from
introduced to me to Lucy so we could waltz
Then wipe me down like Boosie and use me to make withdrawals
On folk that got integrity and light
Then pass it
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
Kill that depression, quit second guessing, it's like a cancer
Christ rules everything around me, more than financial
That Holy Ghost rained down, no
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