Lyrics:
red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly, I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink
So tell me what you want
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
Bitch please come in peace
Or at least bake a feast
I'ma cease-fire now squirting like a firehouse
Fuckin' like an hour now
I'ma drop album out fuck
gettin' by
Wouldn't even be taking this shit if DeShaun didn't die
Oh yeah, there's an excuse, you lose Proof so you use
There's new rules, it's cool if
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
the fuck up, bro"
I love y'all, Antoinette, Donna, Jamie, Stephanie
Jenny, Paul, all you motherfuckers know who y'all at
And legal, man, album delivery, I
the photo album
You remember all the good old days? K Swiss and Polo down
And Mama had to put the down payment by herself
And nobody even tried to help,
rejuvenation
Triple album project
Detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and barrettas
Part-time hostages in pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museam
Norwegian
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
'Lost in Paradise' is the most
Intimate song on the album
I would say the story about
That one is, I wrote it by myself
For myself, just for a really
(Hey there)
These aren't actual lyrics in my song but a lil message
Thank you for clicking on my album
And I hope I can make a change in your taste
U.S.A., Tear Gas, pepper spray
YouTube replay, grab the dogs power play,
Hoods up, KKK, Firehouse, let it spray,
Stop screaming foul play
Media keep away,
bout?
i been stayin outta trouble shit i bin on the couch
i was workin on the album i was listenin now
then doug called (ay you spoke to J?)
Yea is it
because they didn't like
What he did but whatever you think of him
He definitely developed his own
Style: He didn't
Sound like anyone who came before him
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
explained that it was the kissing disease. So I put those two facts together. I'm a very, you know, thrilling detective. And I was wondering, well, you know,
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
new albums
There has been a triple homicide by a man named Syre
So, you think you can save rap music?
yelling
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
Look inside of my soul and you can find
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "A Tonic For The Troops"
[Talking]
Man, who would've thought I would've made it this far?
It's number five
Five albums
I recognize that it's because of you (c'mon)
It's only
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