Lyrics:
What am I but a thorn in your side?
Frost in summer, to chill your heart
A drifting memory of autumn decay
A shadowed soul in a fetter of light
J to a are-you-l-e
Niggas can't be seriously fuckin' wit me.
What you holla 'bout
We can hit up an alley and air out
Bullets exit the barrel,
W-i-double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
release
And our grande arm¨¦e is dressed in rags
A frozen starving beggar band
Like rats we steal each other's scraps
Fall to fighting hand to hand
Ch’a cosi’ fatta parte si confaccia
S’el fu si’ bel com’ellie’ ora brutto
E contra ‘l suo fattore alzo’ le ciglia
Ben dee da lui proceder ogne lutto
phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'
It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm saying King?
Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte
And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry than a motherfucker
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
50, calm down man, he
Bitch, don't call here anymore
With feet like Ben Vereen's
Bitch, don't call here anymore
No no, no no
What up? It's Hittman
I ain't at the crib
disabled
Where would the soul depart?
Human
He's set in front of your eyes
Life and death
The life is chosen by confessing
He's risen
Believe it in your
hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, check it, yo
The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't
time to break a nose
But give respect before the soul goes
Well, I suppose respect is what respect'll get ya
So I'm giving them gifts before they're
(Get the bag, King Wonka)
Cash rules everything around me
Money is the root of all evil, demons 'round me
Livin' like a king, fuck you mean?
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry than a motherfucker
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
50, calm down man, he
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
(oh, yeah)
Oh, nothin' ever is in season, oh (ooh)
I thought my nightmares were my dreams (ooh, I don't believe)
This ain't what it seems, no, no
world and what is our goal
Li-hisaneg al Hashem vi: li hanot
Miziv shechinaso, (she)zehoo tanug amiti'
The next world (olam haba) is the only place we
to have models screamin' get behind me
E-pills and Maybach's ain't gon' matter if your tip is tiny
Nevermind me, we could get knee-deep in the beef
Seek
My world is a sorrow
Cold, souless scourge
Amid tribulation
We brave the surge
We brave the surge
We brave the surge
Have mercy have mercy
For what
And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
[Redman]
Eh you already know what it is nigga
Lemme tell you something (Eh fuck them Gilla House niggas)
Eh what you talkin' about bitch I'm
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
they make a list? Tellin' you what is dope
Tellin' you was it, but never let they mother jump
Pardon the flow but consistence controlling many souls
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