Lyrics:
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
And when they call out, will I hear them
And when they fall out, will I see them
This yellow light, on the crowd
And colours way to loud to see
the kingdom of hell
Forgotten depth of the underworld
Frightful monsters climbing out
The human race shall fall
Undead
Fear
Undead
Walking dread
From the ashes
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
Early mornings walking out in the sun
They show your every sin
Now take your place in amongst the faceless crowd
Judgment waits in the end
Betrayal,
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But at least a nigga nigga-rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
and a 100 hoes with us
That wanna roll with us
BET awards show with us
It's Compton's bad boy
Got my main bitch with me
And she get them white bars out
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
By the time I get the Phoenix girl I hope ready
You know you like yo take long
You like to put ya face on
But fuck that make up you ont’ even need
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped in white
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
for the twisted shit
Images of boy scouts getting pistol whipped
Electronic talents fold
The realest television is the one that talks out loud to you
crawl and scratch, and fight
So we'll go out on Saturday
And ride the bronco through the bay
Sit and drink cerveza by the shore
You'll tell me you
find me soon
I can't hide inside this room
I'm waiting for the boys to come
Then we can move out one by one.
New thing from London Town.
New thing
Turns around and slowly drives away.
Cool, white hands hold a faded photograph of a little girl in high heel shoes
And a shy boy standing by a shack.
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But at least a nigga nigga-rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out
life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
When I heard Last Night,
I legitimately thought that they
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