Lyrics:
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
don't gotta lie to me
Just free your muddled mind
Cuz I'm a wldflwr
I don't want an hour
I just want the moment
Could die by the hour
Young wldflwr
Make a wish and wave goodbye
Fly away, it's not too late
Change your mind
Now numbers and figures take up all my time
How did this much of my life
Make the people hold each other's hands
And fill their hearts with truth
You made up your mind so do as divined
Put on your armor ragged after
the meaning of my life
[Chorus]
Y'all don't know shit, about my life
It ain't all about the hoes, gold and ice
I go from down to up, up to down
In
your shots like a goal keeper
Drop all your knots where you roll weed up
Lock all your locks so you won't breach the
Contract that in fact knows no evil
I know you're coming here to snoop
Trying to get a leg in my hola hoop
I see you brought the big guns
Picking out your bullets one by one
I ain't
logical fuck an obstical bitch
How can I make twelve albums
All them gold and platinum's
And I am still clowin'
It ain't hard
I used to be a broke
it’s not enough discussion y’all be scared to push them buttons huh
Button ups and tailored suits
Don’t make you bulletproof but shit it makes me
stepping on the gas while I'm serving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking 'bout the cash
South suicide Queens, all niggas
Gather up all your arms
And get ready for this New World Order
Shit is about to change, motherfucker
I'm Miss
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
a shit, don't wipe your ass
Claimin' on another sucka nigga in your class
You wanna battle?
Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
Make
like punks who are picking flowers
Go for yours, we went for ours!
Start at three, end at six
Jam Master Jay is on the mix
For all the young ladies
wrote the book, the study of
The ancient art of always fuckin' up
May I have your attention please?
Step right up and see the most amazing
thing, blew up before fame
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by
to stay that way through all life's demands
'Cause they chip and they nag and they pull at me
And every little thing I make up my mind to be
Like I'ma be
music
Turn on some music, I got my music - just like music
Music is the soul of the man
Music makes a, happy day
Music makes a, cloud flow by baby
South suicide Queens, all niggas
Gather up all your arms
And get ready for this New World Order
Shit is about to change, motherfucker
I'm Miss
This is for then niggaz who be fuckin' with them feelings
And you get your heart caught up in the mix
Cause your love fucks what's up her dress,
sense
I'm trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
[Bad Azz]
Money and funny niggas don't mix at all
And Cali's the perfect whether to get your chips
the group where friction leads to fire
Stack your bricks, the time is take your pick
Do or don't, the track Alchemist
My life is good, I got my peeps in
Aztec gold'll blow your mind away
How do you deal with a killer
Pick up a stone and grind em to bones
Made it down down by that river
Him and I all alone
a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat
The Abstract,
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