Lyrics:
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
uh-huh)
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Nigga's who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
County on the numba' line
I'm up early in the mornin' still drunk and horny
Realest ever did it, fuck, niggas won't admit it
You watchin' B-E-T tryna
got more for dinner..
P***y by the pound, call it kitty litter
Pull it up, Jimmy on her kitty whiskers
Pogo on the d**k, so I call her tigger
Kill
So bright blurred lines it will be
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r s p e e d
S h u t t e r
We get the kind of games you can't rent at Blockbuster
KU: Game related, raise it bit by bit
Yo D, link up the cable we'll go hit for hit
Phantasma
low in skill and all bark
No bite you got an arrow in the front
And an arrow in the back
How you get shot in both sides?
I would never use you in
better check to smell it
Eminem starts with E, better check the spelling
With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
I got an Aspirin capsule trapped
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
mind
I can stand in line after line just to see your face
Just to be your place
After a while it'll fade away but, here we are day by day
If I could fly
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
infrared lights
Wolves in the back, ready to attack
Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump
I pop off like a mobster boss
Angel hair with the lobster
press rewind
Baby girl don't waste my time
I don't wanna wait in line
I don't wanna waste my time
You don't have to front on me
Baby girl you know you
"Yo-Yo!
You're so intelligent
and elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
with another MC
I got what I want
right in front of me.
I know a kid named K
he's a MD.
by the moonlight side
D E
as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell
And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with
giving a fuck and done calling
I got your e-mail, I was done way before then (oh)
Dear Diary, I don't wanna keep shit inside of me
I'd rather just speak
F-R-E-E
Free
F-R-E-E
Free
F-R-E-E
Free
Gonna tell the world what He did for me
Don't worry, don't cry
That's the voice I hear inside
But
of me
One girl, she was an A, B, the other a C and a D
As they bounced side by side, I couldn't help but singin' the alphabet
And another old gal, she was
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
It used to be I wan't brave enough to do it so I'd lie and
Say I did it, now I do it but I'm afraid to admit it
I know some people out there are
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