Lyrics:
From the album the hurdy gurdy man
Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine,
Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind.
My, your hair
30 for 30 (30 for 30)
Yeah (yeah....)
I need 30 million
By the age 30
I got cut
Yeah it really hurt me
When you look me in my eyes...
You don't
a reason
Hit you with the Dom K 'Let's Be Friends'
Let the Yellow Album play while I'm beatin'
I've been looking for some hope need a beacon
And my heart
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
began to lose control)
I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'
Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control)
So you gots
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
gotta move on from mistakes
Number 1 albums, always givin' you mixtapes
And that's what I'ma do until I'm richer than Bill Gates
It ain't all about
festival
Not so very long ago
And the album, though well-intentioned
Not to everybody’s taste
Produced by the son of rockstar
Disappears without a trace
kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Rocafella forever Hov for life
Debuts a classical first album four mics
Shoulda gotta five but niggas
Geting smacked up by unemployed hand models
Running out into the middle of traffic with beaujolais bottles
Arabian nites
White satellites
Voodoo is tight
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
'nother kid gone for unlimited profits
Rather keep my kid home, before you fuck up the process
I'd rather die and lose it all before they don't get
niggas who real
Professional stick-up kids dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
Blood
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe its because I had you girl
Was thinking
okay
I don't keep no beef not at all this not a nacho stand
If you see me out don't dap me up, I am not yo man
I been chasing cheese since a jit, I'm
Only time of the day I get to spend on my own
I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib
Should drive by right where you live, and pick you up
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
of the puzzle
I got to hustle
Like I'm a south american
Sell you album's in bundle's
So let me live it up, and let the streets follow my story
And much respect
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
niggas who real
Professional stick-up kids dreaming for mils
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus, this is survival
Blood
taste so sweet
Tell me lover, are you trick or treat
It's that I'm all mistrusting
When things taste so sweet."
CHORUS
Kissed by Satan
Embraced by a gnome
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