Lyrics:
Yeah
Mmmm
Echoes in the halls yes, when I arrive on the set - what?
Blessin all that came to see me rock my cut
Such a man like me receivin
on the building
Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him
Now you don't look so bad motherfuck him
I'm bout tired of bitch niggas and I'm tired
the charts
I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow
.. but it ain't the same though, yo
The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold
sliding through
Fuck with these, you'll be looking for cuts to bleed
I be spilling milk ridiculous indeed
Trying to fuck with the Chizzo I stay raw to the core
I rock
one there.
So you're tracing over all these curves cut in you.
So you traced then all to me.
And I'm afraid that it's out on me and it's all so
on the 10 and the 5
In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line
I rob for see side, death to my enemy
Mission to make a mill and chill with my
defying dictator who's down
The mighty hard rocker who's rocking your butt
And everybody check him out, Cash Money's on the cut
Verse 3
Boy, I'm rough
of grace
But pauses rattle on about the way
That you cut the snow-fence, braved the blood, the metal of those hearts
That you always end up pressing
[Intro ]
Waa talk to the MPs, the Opposition leader
this mother fucking Prime Minister,
Cut back on school fees, better jobs we needa
Make
theater where she works.
Quiet as a whisper, under the stanchions of a washed-out bridge she cuts him loose
And watches as the flood waters spin him
When its over
All that time
I spent walking behind
I don't mind,
'Cause now I know
They ran us out of town
Oh come on,
They cut us down,
on the couch lying to your face
Just to see what you cut and paste
Of my life on your next banner
Wait I'm not finished with you yet
Race
Run frantic
day I was headed for the highway
Gettin' high as a bird, I think it was a Friday
Kickin back, unexplainable to the eye
Chillin' off in the cuts
You're walkin thin lines on these bomb-ass rhymes
And verses, sleepin off in hearses
Niggas on the run cause my flows cause curses
With verses, we ain't in
There's a cold wind blowing through the old east side
And it cuts with the devil's curse
They' re turning our people into the streets
While
twice as nice
They need cars, all I need is a mic device
Girls I juice, love and seduce
Knock the boots, then cut em all loose
I make em all say,
go fastly
Through the back streets through the cuts n trucks of East Oakland
You see pimpin and ho-in L-E-O got the dank smokin'
These pigs
choose the best crews of MCs
And turn 'em into refugees
I slaughter a lotta MCs that are the
Styles I compiles and cut 'em up like vows
Think
see your girl, I know she right
I run that Johnny Gill line and say, "You sho' look good tonight"
But alas, that's the past, I'm not hookin
I got me
CHORUS:
We just can't go wrong
You got me hypnotized, mesmorized (mesmorized)
What you want, I shoot a line, thinkin maybe we can talk, cause
You know my style, from I'm not havin' it
All I remember's an excuse me miss
You can't get a guy like me with a line like this
Well look I'll treat
Niggas wearing padded kotex
Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex
I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler
Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh
And then try to post up when they damn near cut his ass down
I love, trying to reach all parts of the map
On a Ninja, with a big Buddha bitch on a back
I
with your wack ass beats
So train "What up?" cut 'em with the shape
Make the nigga walk the plank, the dirty nigga always stank
Nigga better raise
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