Lyrics:
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Come inside my walls of
Ecstasy, with me
Close the door and throw away
The key
That's the way you can start by
Moving in nice and slow
Taking
Just let your heart beat wild and free
Open the door, jump in, turn the key
I live my life out on the edge
Yeah, I don't stop just 'cause it's red
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
That's my soul up there
There's a black
on the block
Growing pains (three), this the type of shit don't never stop
Here come the cops
Shooting up the hood like black ops
'Cause trigger happy police
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
on the Buddha
Swang a nine seater
Smokin' on the feeder
Pounds of the reefer
Matte black Beamer
Breaking off femurs
It don't stop
Bitches off the top
I'm a break
words before I say 'em
'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem
When I say I'm a do somethin', I do it
I don't give a damn what you
they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
a ride
I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame”
U.S. 1, headin' down U.S. 1
Lenny said how ‘bout lunch in Key Largo
There's a fish sandwich
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It aint all about the money*
[Verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs,
I`m packing up my memories
And I`m gonna move all out of your heart
I`m turning in my keys
And I`m gonna move all out of your heart
`Cause
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
Bush is apart of a bigger problem
All America loves hate they will never stop it
And every rapper that I see has a key but not a key to be free
If
me
Full of spite with very large appetites
I'm too complex to break down in black and white
When y'all niggas stop actin like bitches
Bitches
Bright blue, down-filled sleeping bag
Got it rolled up and thrown in back
Pair of jeans and your hiking boots
And that cute little black swimming
that I used to hate
One by one every trait
I tried but it's way too late
All the signs I don't read
Two sides of me can't agree
Will I be in too
what you want for Christmas
Ho ho.
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
She said slide down the chimney
In a pool of cum
A VCR
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
ho ho.
[Menajahtwa]
I want a slay ride
a cd player
a fifty rum
???
Cameras flashing snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras stop the press stop the press
Now bill this
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