Lyrics:
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
with the unexpected
The run away slave I, Misdemeanor
Escapin' from all ya fraudulent players
Last but not least, the heavyweight champion, Mr. Mosley
Hk:
I was in the field when they found me/ Being raised in the Mudd// I turn all that chicken into Ground Beef/ I was raised by them thugs//
Pt2
bodies are fished out
I'm wreckin' niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL bounce
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
them rocks and that money in ya two socks
Meth the mister, if crime is an art
Then let me paint a picture I'm gone
Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel and like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Sittin' down at a rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven, they rockin' in two by two
Well, if you feel and like it
Go get your lover, then reel and rock it
Tropicana orange, mango, peach
I strangle each negro for they dough
Niggas get to bendin', got two cases
One pending 560 V-12 engine, niggas swimmin'
In 929
I'll be right by your side
I love you working my heart
[Repeat x2]
Girl give me your love
I'll give you my heart
Let's put them together
See
right, I'ma fuck you all night
The rockstar, young Beatle, tell 'em good night
Kiss dada, mama love 'em, about my dollars
Space comma, bills up in
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
grown up
But how ya ex girl get that new numba
The rumors was so numerous
For sticking by me I had to give you two thumbs up
And that's why
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
One horn, unicornucopia,
Two, two in utopia,
Three star, verge in to infinity,
Four, four, ya... yaa hoo...
a mic
You're dressed like a dike sayin' what ya don't like
Who deserve five Mics, who deserve two
But the nigga with two still can serve you
This West
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Oops, I got up inside of your dirty, dirty mind
Don't ya love it?
Don't ya love it, yeah?
Gotta
minded niggas, Alpha have it positioned
That's opposition, wetttin me competition
Suddenly and outta tha blue and now I see
by myself, by myself
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
made you fight
*** ain't wanna see ya *** bebop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a *** down to the flo'
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past to move
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6
I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with
hips
Lookin' kind of slick cause ya kickin' it with the glass slips
Love ya style, and ya smile, on a child
And even though ya buck wild
Cause I
your man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh]
(Shine) - From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) - Skiiiiirtin on twenty-two's
(Shine) -
ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Approach with caution be cautious when talking to bosses
I feel I?ve been through a metamorphis
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