Lyrics:
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
lance
The sword the armour will be
my only brothers when i ride
the sound of battle horns will
start the fight
[chorus]
And now the time has
todo lance sério que dura pouco
Tem sempre um clandestino
Que não nega o fogo
Sair da minha vida, que "cê" não vai
Já deixa o meu contato no Stand By
todo lance sério que dura pouco
Tem sempre um clandestino
Que não nega o fogo
Sair da minha vida, que ""cê"" não vai
Já deixa o meu contato no Stand By
the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong and our lances long and our liege the holy king
Well the hills did turn
for the shores of Valinor
Our bows and crimson sails were made
Our captains were strong and our lances long
And our liege the holy king
Well
From his perma-lance
But to rising masses
Melting need to work
Only when it's all done
Will his tale be done.
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is
From his perma-lance
But to rising masses
Melting need to work
Only when it's all done
Will his tale be done.
Stand by for Exciter
Salvation is
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom, weed veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp
Hundred dollar kick
living in a house with a fuckin' elevator
"Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it
They get so mad when I call them both faggots"
All
(Originally recorded by Budgie)
Look inside and you will see
The words are cutting deep inside my brain
Thunder burning, quickly burning
Knife
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha
Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent
dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal lance
Cauterising masses
melting into one
Only when there's order
Will his job be done
Stand by for
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
From politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance
and watch your bladder spill
Yellow fluid, check out how I mellowed into it
Face to feet to defeat, you can tell I'm into it
As I'm pullin out my lance
combustive dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal lance,
Cauterizing masses
Melting into one
Only when there's order
Will his job be done.
Stand by
of fucking film!
I'm tired of everything on TV
Everybody loves Raymond
Except for fucking me!
I'm tired of that Lance's ass
In France ridin' on a bike
And I
a stallion ill put-this Lance on u baby
Gave em rap on consignment Ain't trippin I got it
I been put to the test, I handled all my assignments
Go to work
Com Carro Roubado
Sem Placa
Do Lance Criminoso
Sou Refém
Dando Fuga
Nos Cana
Voando Notas
Nos Dois Acelerando A Mais De 100
Vamos Pro Oasis
Tipo Em Vis
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