Lyrics:
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
I think he likes you, psych
Boom, dumb as fuck, bitch, I made you look
Need to climb up every dick with a grappling hook
You a daddy money bill me in
(Yes, well, in that case, we don't have it
We don't have anything by Edmund Wells
Actually he's not very popular)
Not Knickerless Nickleby?
That's
you seen me out in Detroit?
With Reddi and a whole bunch a D boys
Surrounded by all that pearl
I know one of them hoes had to be your girl
Acting
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
take your hands off me
Take your hands off me
Fuckin' take your hands off me
Don't ask me, won't tell you
My words just can't come through
He sits
I'm gettin' busier
I'm double platinum] Hold up, is he a
Man or a girl? What in the world?
You sound like Cheryl the Pearl
And you want to battle me
Yeah
Yeah
Do it for the fam never do it for the culture
Ask me how I’m doing I said everything is Kosher
Devil tryna take my soul he coming like
are, by far
They ain't tripping on me, they wanna fuck my car
Look a nigga up and down like he a superstar
But they ain't tripping on me, they wanna
me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
The story's been
He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour
Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower
A .38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon
We
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
Another day God has given me
Another day I didn't ask for
But He gave it anyway
And I'm thankful every day
I'm still waiting to hear from my best
Control:
Oh, boy, a late entry. A superstar challenger. These must be his minders.
Pearl:
He's got a gun !
Krupp:
Halt. I am Krupp, Electra's
he answers me
I heard God don't like ugly, well, take a look at my family
A different father every weekend
Before we get to meet him they break up
you do
And then the policeman looks at me and screams see now I warned you
Then he starts pacin the floor screamin God what have we done here
Then she
worker Dillon
Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles
He'd bring me to his crib
to want me, but you didn't want to
But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things and
Piece by piece he filled
You gon' ask yourself how come your mans
Didn't empty that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin' us
as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
And on the block he was called by
saying sorry
Lemme start this track off, by saying that
I am sorry mama
Didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn't mean to cause
So much trouble
You are my mama
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
God done made a believer out ya ass, now didn't he?
Nigga, mind your business, shut down your business
Shut down New York in a New York minute, listen
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