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I'm the same old Kyle
Changing clothes like a dollar
Keep a jab and a chopper
You want it homie holla
Time sponsored by Movado
Jameson in the bottle
brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I
stripped
And torn down by his black brothers and sisters
That were uneducated and that did not know
And he was stripped
And he was torn down by his
still grows on me
Fuck all your values
and who I
thought you were
all of your fakeness
smothers me in dead fur
Happy whore surrounded by dick
I hope you
I’m the last of a dying breed
Tell me why you wanna see me bleed
I lost my brother fucking with the streets
I know they don’t wanna see me breathe
I'm gone, when I'm gone
Man I remember like it was yesterday
Living in the streets with no place to stay
20 years old shoulda seen my face
Walking
smother other rappers as they gasp for air
Came to give you exactly what you asked for here
I'm like a one man task force here
And once again, brains
Her lips I smother
She wanna make me your brother
Awaken the evil within
Yeah I do sin
I watch you die with a grin
Hold on did I stutter
Her lips I
laughter, is he with you my friend?
Have you been hanging out with happy beyond the rainbow's end?
I'm glad you came to visit, thanks for stopping by
What's
fights waves of blue, pray God is looking after you in their world
Chorus
Holding on, Don't wanna be a preacher man, no
We gotta hold on, My brother
Y'all can't get with the Mix-A-Lot show
The man you love to hate ain't phased by the fakes
If you want to playa hate
Eat a big 'ole snake
It's
finger ringer, backflip, discount mechanism
Sex distortion, terror gorn from old favorate phasing
Famous danger lacing agent, baby
Aim high, when
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
Once I was zero years old
My mommy told me
That I'm so cute and my eyes are so pretty
Sense then I've been focused on my dreams
Shit I just turned
Shorter manna beg you dnt Start
Rah
Niggas neva knew I'd switch up
Pushed thru with a quick Shove An I got my O.J gloves
Mans out chilling by da club
looking for
Who sugar no more
Simple love's hard to come by
I'm just living my life and I'm
Trying to be a lady, brothers holla at me
If you love a lady
nothing on me
Ah, come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
Man, oh, man, I just love Christmas
It's
Tell me what you wah do
You ain't trippin' over brothers, thats the old you
You say you can't trust, baby, me too
Same way, I'm still tryna hold you,
a wanted man in Buffalo
I'm a wanted man in Kansas City
I'm a wanted man in Ohio
I'm a wanted man in Mississippi
They want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever
precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's own hand
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
When you
Young man in love, take my advice
Make sure you meet the mother
Before you kiss the bride
Cause you might find her In the county jail
Or a state run home
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I separate
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
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