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found
(chorus x2)
p.s. by the way , i made up the song myself and i have a tune for it!
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
candy painted cadillac like outkast say
Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like u.g.k.
Convertible lexus like eightball, mjg
500
And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I
And the tours for whores
Pimps push Cadillacs
Gorilla macks swingin the battle-axe
Since I was sippin Similak
But I wanna be breastfed by Princess Leia, playa
Me
all smoke
we all get money and we all smoke pert, we all get money and we all smoke pert
(Chrous:X2) hit da dirt, hit da dirt , hit da dirt , hit
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
yeah!
[Chorus: Jayo] (2x)
Y'all better tell, 'cause I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work
(in background repeating)]
SUCK A DICK!!! [6x]
SUCK MY DICK!!!
[Method Man]
And it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't, it
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty.
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city,
It was a one room shack that slept ten
I'm ten toes down in the shit man
J-A-Y-L-E-I-G-H go
I'm ten toes down in the dirt
Put me next to danger I'ma turn into a flirt
Lookin' like
like I love you so much
But wishin', she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
Morehouse business,
It ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
Super bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
We mack hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
From here
lick you from head to toe
Real slow
'Cause ever since I was young I could keep girls sprung
Just by the movement of my tongue
I remember it all
rado
Got a cock like a cactus
Now I fuck whores by the scores up ten fold on any fellow
In any town I can be found at the local bordello
Never
the nothing
From the dirt dirt dirt dirt
I’m came from nothing from dirt dirt
dirt
3x
it
Ha boys to man business
We don't hire bitches
Just fire bitches
It's young money fire spitters
Them red x's with us
And they ain't ate they
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
(Criminal-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see)
(Cri-cri-criminal)
Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like
coast is in yo' mouth
[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler,
Why am I in this God forsaken place?
Baby washes the dirt off
The little one's face
Ten year old's in the killing fields
Baby's planning the weekly
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
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