Lyrics:
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Slut raped by the false and divine creation
Drunk in poisonous immaculate blood
Scourged by the great beast
Seven insults for the seven cryptic seals
raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at,
know why you looked into my eyes with a great smile?
I wanna know why you showed me your back when i need you in my life?
And all this time
I wanna be by
They where the sons of this place so vast
Daughters of ancient great white north lands
A cross in thier hand with violent intent
A bible to cleanse
there together
In our peaceful little mountain home
But the Savior needs angels up in heaven
Now they sing around the great white throne
White dove will
beat freedom on wheels
Small towns are strewn
clong the coastline
Connected by highways
Like a string of pearls
Through narrow streets
With white
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
I go and check
My little yappy by the seaside
Cause I know she's live
Plus she's a dealer
She gives me hospitality
She treats me right
That's
back through
On the late night, like a great white
I could bite that too
Still catch you at the house party
Do you dirty in the bathroom
Rich nigga shit,
by the hundreds everywhere I went.
I must've brought rest to the restless, fed the hungry too,
I must've done something great to get to have you.
When
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
Take off! To the Great White North!
Take off! It's a beauty way to go.
Take off! To the Great White North!
Decent singing, eh?
Yeah.
Yeah,
To aspire to great things
Yet be filled with humbleness
It's a fine line--Oh yes, it's a fine line
[Chorus]
So where do I walk, Where is my place
wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (what?)
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say fuck
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
like ants in her pants
Red and white diamonds on my mans, he an ambulance
Half a million to my dad, salad dressing, bought a ranch
He said his last
only a fool to stick by your side
Struck by your change of heart
Every day and every night
Try as I might
You're my black and you're my white
I've got
through the city, Deck bonds
I get my hands dirty, Nikes scuffed, sweat pouring
Still I stay fresh with the fly white linen
Duece times 5, that's my type
By the sea side at last
And a fine, white court
By the sea side at last
You promised me a thing
That was not possible
That you would give me gloves
washed away
He left it there on Golgotha's hill
By His blood I stand redeemed
The curse is broke, mans mighty fall
No longer holds me down
For now I hold,
gray
And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go
Today was a good day, hope I have me a great night
I dunno what you fishin' for,
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
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