Lyrics:
ten
And then subtract the number from the result
And you'd get the same product, as if you'd multiplied by nine
And you knew it
I mean, eight times nine
Advice-giving by killers who obtain
Bullets and dice, gamble with it
Put dentures on your name price on your head
Sell it for cheap, like an eBay domain
Blucker,
names
[gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
Don't mean nothin changed
a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
beautiful
I can get enough of you
I just want to hold you tight
Baby I mean it forever
Smile for me
You be my smile killer
Dance for me
I like your leg over
Is it true what I feel
Is sunshine really rain
Is laughter really pain
Do flowers cry in sorrow
Do the rivers that flow
Turn salty by the sea
see was the rain
Something grabbed a hold of me
Feel to me, oh, like a ball and chain
Hey, you know what I mean that's exactly what it felt like
all depends if it rained last night.
Likes mud,
Likes mud,
This "x" means the horse likes mud,
If that means the horse likes mud,
Likes mud,
Likes
how you trust me
Just one look from you
And I come pouring out like wine
Dancin' boy
I'm sure by now that you must see
You're dancin' means much
See, I demand my respect, know what I mean?
Nigga, you ain't even got to like me
You ain't even got to respect me (respect the check, and salute me
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
just want to hold you tight
Baby I mean it forever
Smile for me
You're my smile killer
Dance for me
I like your leg over
Cook for me
Ogbolo obe ila
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
We goin' hard in the paint like
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
Eastside killers keep it (gangsta)
Northside monsters keep it (gangsta)
[Killer Mike]
See I in the V.I. staggerin and weed eyed
Stumbling and laughin rollin
that was so mean
I threw it in my name
My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus
you, I don't mean to be mean
But that's all I can be, it's just me
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In
you, I don't mean to be mean
But that's all I can be, it's just me
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In
route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on (on)
Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga, go
of my mind
Primetime, never hit these heights
I mean it's like, it's like our first 1st class flight
I'm trippin' on it, socks on marble floors
I'm
you somethin' you probably ain't never had
I bet your baby daddy cant do that
I got that!
Killer killer for reala'
That what ever you like
He give it
the person who I'm turning into's
Irreversible, I preyed on you like it's church at the pew
And now that I got you I don't want you
Took advantage in my
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