Lyrics:
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
When I get them goons, you in the afterlife by afternoon
My chopper tucked, man, I served that dust, my nigga served that food
Now I'm in my jail
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
tempted
To throw my senses in
Cause it's easier to fly
Than to face another day
In southern sun
And your love is all around
In the air to set me
to get shot
Then y'all niggas better squat
I drop your set for rep
No need to hit the showers
The spit from the fifth leave you wet
Lyrical exercise
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la
Kidnap the Sandy Claws, lock him up real tight
Throw away the key and then turn off all the lights
a challenge was thrown
By a man at the door in an Escort
"All this could be yours" he said with a grin
Your dream, complete with passport
Challenge was to see,
niggaz got the nerve
You think you fucking wit me
Don't be scurred when my niggaz swerve
They burn shit 3rd degree
Emergency emergency
Aww shit a murder
Now that you've made your mistake
Now that you know how the heart bends and break
Just throw away the book, and take a second look
Behind
Add to a trail of hatred
2012 was taped for the world to see
Set us back another 400 years
This is modern day slavery
The reason why I'm by your house
and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"
If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec
And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Bruce Wayne
A telltale won't fail or get stale
'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm
ain't fuck with your bitch ass in the first place
I ain't got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch,
to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
heed
Take note, I’m always a student mastering ME
Meditating get my focus on my 3rd eye degree
Body mind & spirit revolutionize what I eat
6 bags rounds
clap, patti cake
Make that ass clap, patti cake
Make that ass clap, patti cake
Just throw them hundreds in your face (bitch)
Make that ass clap, patti
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
and make my move
inspite of you
repeat chorus:
baby can you please warm up to me
you can set me free
3rd chorus:
turn the heat up, baby just warm up to me
ain't 3rd world
it was the first world, but
Then the world drained the wealth
it's a cursed world
The first girl on earth was Eve
Coming Straight from
slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along)
I were a hot-footin' it
(But he was steppin' too slow)
It was
to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff
In the end, your true
Ready, get set, go
Set the record straight, set your mind at ease
Set out, set sail, set forth, set free
Set the world on fire, set the wheels in motion
the 3rd degree
Cut you off like surgery, not probably but certainly
I gotta do it urgently, A personal emergency
Understand my urgency, showin’ all your
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