Lyrics:
got friends on the other side)
That's an echo gentleman
Just a little something we have here in Louisiana
A little parlor trick, don't worry
Sit
fuel, and traffic bitches bust you
To get used by the cliq with tha bomb dick like tha fuse
Like Noah, take em in two's for 40 dayz and 40 nights
In tha
Probably wonderin' what the fuck you listenin' to right now, ahah!
King amongst kings! It's an absolute honor and a pleasure y'know I'm sayin'
To bring
to the west side
Pushing phat rides,
Ain't no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Quick when it comes to the gas
By no means average
It's
At the age of 64
Still eating dust
Standing straight in the fight
Just by himself
With the help of God
Into the old town
into the old town
Muscles
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
1. Out on the town kicking around feeling bluesy
It's getting late I can't afford to be choosy
Should be home and dry by now
Tried every trick in
a little ass in my spare time
To keep myself occupied when I'm not bustin' up a rhyme
Writin that shit that ya love to hear
Cause MC Ren is the final
everything
To have you by my side
'Cause in the cold, cold night when I reach for you
I'm holdin' to my foolish pride
Worried down with the blues
Oh, yes
Niggas cookin in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fittin the description
A Detroit nigga scandelous, I'm an assassin
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit
Unless I'm in the M6 doing tricks, freeway burnt out (freeway burnt out)
Got a passenger side that's empty, wanting it to be your spot (be your spot)
Put
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
the bomb lit
Glass and metal in every direction
Anybody tryna stop us taught
A very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time
To reach for that weapon
to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them thug life niggaz and we don't like tricks
Got these punk
Did you say that I've got a lot to learn
Well don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Teach me tonight
I'm walkin' to the other side
With the devil tryin' to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions
Bitch-ass nigga, ho-ass nigga (suu)
Trick asshole, oh
Jealous ass, envy ol'
Broke, man, fuck-ass nigga
I'm fully embedded, still building up leverage
I'm
we'll keep going
Course by course
One by one
Till you shout, "Enough, I'm done!"
Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest
Tonight you'll prop
strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe.
"Hello son, I hope you're having fun."
"You've got it wrong sir, I'm only the cleaner."
Hat Trick
The suns going down, now let the games begin
My swaggers high and I'm in it to win
Ive got a one track mind and the will to succeed
Tonight
of bolts, like Microsoft edge
You motherfuckers should know, I am not dead, not yet.
(Nothing here lmfao)
I'm the guy that everyone's sleeping on.
Now
I'm walkin' to the other side
With the devil tryin' to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never
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