Lyrics:
on my history
I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-be -O-why-A-N-T
Killin' motherfuckers off crucial
Sittin' em' down mutual
Spittin' that ol' playa,
Check it out
Some rarely saw the negative cause
From the depths of one's blurred everything's now
Cleared by laws
Mad for mere seconds, in
on gleam
so fresh and so clean
when I step on the scene
The creases on tough
the heaters on tuck
the world's full of girls
and the squirrels want nuts
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind was sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
to finish, I've made you feel this
Uncomfort in turn, with the world you've learned
To love through this hate, to live with its weight
A burden discerned in
And of mountain tops autographed by
Jesus
I'm not worthy but I ask
Hardy cause I hardly lack
Stomach full with
Calvary's grace
Mentioned in the highest place
I
to finish, I've made you feel this
Uncomfort in turn, with the world you've learned
To love through this hate, to live with its weight
A burden discerned in
quick to blame
That's why I got number one on the back o' my range
Y'all cats is full playin'
I'm pregnant by the game
(Seventh round!)
Some would
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey,
and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figure addicted to
These fuckin' streets
Now, put your muthafuckin' hands up
If
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
dear I could not understand
'Cuz I never been the gambling man
But for you lil' baby I'm more than able
To push all my chips on your table
Hey Mrs Lady
They still say "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date
means I would never be brought into this world
'Cuz my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a
White girl to take back to Jonesborough with
'Lil
Face you know it's on
I'm back in this bitch with another
Pocket full of fucking stones bitch!
I got a pocket full of stones
Got a pocket full of stones
Livin' in a world so cold
Keep a nigga on ten toes
Where I'm headed only Lord knows
Said I'm droppin' my top down on cruise control (uh)
Thirty
I need that gas
Backwood full of medical
Talking my shit
For a nigga who skeptical
That boy is a opp
He moving too federal
Hallow gone chop you
Turn
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Cash Money...(Three)
Dope Supply
[Chorus]
Living in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a World a Fantasy)
His
and seven seals
Seven are the stars around me
Followed by the seven sins
Hear what I say
The prophecy
Cometh the end of this world
Hear what I say
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