Lyrics:
been the same
See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get
window who I am
I existed in a womb, just like an abyss
Came straight from spirit land
My hands balled in a fist
Punching my mom's stomach
Kicking on her
Oppressed by his mother-in-law and his wife
Kill the doctor!
Deliver us from boredom and him from his torment!
He is not a doctor. He is an apothecary
the doctor for you
Got potions, got elixirs
Oh, just a drop’ll do the job
By the time I’m done telling what I’m selling
You’ll be buying all the selling I’ve
as organic as Monsanto"
I'm going at your beanstalk, ax in hand
Over a beat by Aes Rock, that's my man
People sleeping still believing that
We haven't expanded
type shit let you hold it, ice roll with
Twenty below with gat golden, my hand look swollen
Under my glove shit rocky
Unless somebody in my life try
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you
it's just blue and gray thread, faded and frayed by the hands of time
For me, I'll always see blood red, hear the surf and the guns crash in my mind
It's
[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in
Doctor le Croix is waiting
Salem is moving without a sound
Salem is moving, moving, moving to the burial ground
Doctor Le Croix, shaking the hand
at her, she looked at him -
I knew it was good bye.
He took her by the hand, kicked sand in my face.
She looked & laughed & said, "Later Dude!"
They
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand
When I felt the light I was worse than bored
I
away I feel like dolla dame
I'm tryna be a icon in this game they all gone know my name
Ian wit the back forth I'm rocking high fashion
My neck a disco
to blow niggas
Tech 9's, carbines, pointin' in your fuckin' faces
Thirty-eight magnum butcher knife man, watch me stab em
Q his kid left there, with
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
right, yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
fuck the motherfucking police!
They don't want peace, they want a nigga deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem, and by
his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his
have is now.
You are carried by many hands.
You are so light, baby you are just a shell.
Someone call the doctor, cause the boy ain't feeling well.
curious if this is all a dream
My doctor's head in my hands
It matters not; I guess it's all the same
When there's bloodshed in Wonderland
I can't outrun
Including stereotypical roles he wants Brenda
To play, to say no, they were afraid
Of being struck by the doctor whenever his voice raised
Brenda still stood
to say no, they were afraid
Of being struck by the doctor whenever his voice raised
Brenda still stood his ground, Money wanted
To operate to make him look
monks
The ole man with the fruit stand is on his man
His hand, his ole heart just can't stand
The CPR as they load him in the back of a car
I'm
the best player on his team but the Charles that I been seeing need someone to intervene
Man I just hope that person get to you before you gone barely know
hand me the lotion
Monkey's got her fuzzy butt-a propped up straight in the airRalph has got his rocket flying here and everywhere
Ooh,Down in the alley
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