Lyrics:
shit on a regular basis
Got bitches everywhere in all kind of places
I can pull out my little black phone book
Flip every last page take a long look
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
you wish for karma's a bitch
They shot him at 5 but he died at six
I'd rather be judged by 12 than to be carried by 6
What kind of ammo did they use?
Kind one of a kind
True our hearts and minds
We're not anonymous
Cause gold don't turn to dust
It's 3 am night terrors again
Yeah I feel my head's
up the album 9 3 7 queued Up!
By Quranic The MC
9 3 7 queued up bitch!
so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right
[Chorus]
[Baby]
Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come
started looking funny
And started lookin' runny and liquify
Right before my very eye
This a different kind of high
(Oh shit, you see this shit
These
John Q's finest clout
And he gave it a name after the game
Called it Three Strikes and You're Out
You hit a serious foul or two
And you're right
back inside
The walls of my mind are kind and it's the perfect place to hide
Because it's you right there with me
And there's nothing left to see
blew it but now I know I want to own it
And get rid of opponents but I know fame can be blind
Never knew nothing like it is so one of a kind
I know
entire sex, ladies and gentlemen! The burden of the defense.
Go right ahead!
Well, one-arm wrestling I can take you two out of three.
I hope so.
Do
to find
I still fall victim to the point of no return
Thats why its nice to know that your right by my side (la da da da da da)
And your love for me will
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Puzzled by the mystery
All the pieces laid in front of me
Sort through numbers three by three
An answer lies in the debris
Understand what's
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
Just shake your rump
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
Check, baby, check, baby, 1-2-3-4
Check, baby,
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
get it right
Desperado like Tori Amos, shout out to dynamite
I got my red cup, and some green
What kind of green you smoking pimp? Blue dream
My
the safe
Pull it out the case drinkin on that ace of spades
Different day a different page
I came up right away
Right away said it's kind of late
I been up
tell from how you look inside of her eye
It's obvious this time you havin' the time of your life
The timin' is right, this kind of a night need two
girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside of her eye
It's obvious this time you havin' the time of your life
The timin' is right, this kind of a night
girlfriend
I can tell from how you look inside of her eye
It's obvious this time you havin' the time of your life
The timin' is right, this kind of a night
with you
Try it all with you
Baby ima blow your mind
You never had my kind
Ima fuck you right
Best sex of your life
Now you wanna go two times three
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