Lyrics:
now we sell albums
Savers shh coulda got me, allow them
I was on eagle posted with drillers
Thinking how we could run up on falcon
Now I'm in Italian,
Sky is the Limit and Freedom is my fate
Many caged little birdies hoping to escape
Shackled by the system, shattered by the distance
Tackled by
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
[Biggie]
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd
Yeah ah back to that old shit!
For all you fake ass teachers out there
Aiyyo Kris break this shit up!
The type of lyrical terrorism I present
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while
I know that you think this song is for you
I used to long for you and adore you
My life was just fine way back before you
Now when you reach out I
know I?m selfish at times but bottom line, move around if that ain?t how you get down
Plus my album coming out real soon, I?m in the studio daily tryna
want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back,
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
ride or die, so fly as Philly Eagles we go…
Pardon my Yeezy ego…
Two albums done I’m feelin’ so pro!
Look out below! I’m shittin’ on my foes!
Swaggin’
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
D, Public Enemy, Smooth the Hustle
We out the backdoor, baby
I pull up into the house today
I smile when I see
A little boy in corduroy
running out to me
With his arms out wide
Didn’t know that I’d
Have
Follow your common sense
You cannot hide yourself
Behind a fairytale forever and ever
Only by revealing the whole truth can we disclose
The soul
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
chain an eagle down
Can't make a river flow upstream
And the dead don't make no sound
By tomorrow I'll be on the road again
I can hear the wild birds
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
This one goes out to the ninjas
that's been down since Carnival of Carnage
Nah, fuck that, since Dog Beats
Nah, fuck that, since Basement Cuts,
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
out
Then all joints come out classic
Rappers are fake we can all point one out
Yeah
I'd like to introduce you to the first lady of the ATF (uhh)
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
_e-E-.png/220px-Out_of_Eden_-_2004_(Pic_3)_e-E-.png "Out of Eden")
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