Lyrics:
to go on a murder spree
It's crazy how time flies by and friends turn into your enemies
How you gonna hate me now when we're all in this World War 3
to life,
By this Song, perhaps it's my inner King Kong
It's cool fam, I don't mind
At least give me credit coz I tried
When I get my first paycheck, we'll
covers going round by round got you dripping like you a fountain
Splish splash
Get you right and you do it back
Done the right way
But you act bad
Get
, four
They tryin' to take us back to Reaganomics with atomic bombs
On Islamic countries to stop them from being Islamic
But Islam is a way of life
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
still 3am
I dont really care I'm all alone
Is still 3am
And I'm up on my self
The devil around
Man i might really sell
Found me right by self
While
3p3 aha
M3nfa ohia no nkeka foo
If you can't beat them, 3ny3 by force
Don't let poverty deceive you
money heist your shorty oy3 divorce
Sika nti na
and a fast car
Maybe a spaceship so I can go and blast off
But really, I just want my life back, man
That's all
Oh, you ain't heard of me? Well, you will
Gonna
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
back darker
Knowing myself
Feeling my roots a little bit harder
1980 Year that God made me
89 I started to get by
99 I started to write rhymes
an invisible, cosmic schism
Then I will perform The Exorcism
Lean back, breath deep
I'll caress you head
And soon you'll sleep
III: The Exorcism
Gasping,
WASTED... TAINTED MIND STATE I LIE FADED/ WHILE MY LIFE RACES BY TRYNA MAKE IT// AND SATAN'S PATIENT.. WAITING FOR THE DAY I'M IN A GRAVE/ I LIE PRAYING FOR
the devil trying to win back my life
You stole for a dollar and my heart for a dime
And I'm still trying to reclaim what is mine
And I need three days
the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly
Uhh, turn it up
Hah, uhh, yo, check it
Now add it up
Uhh, add it up
Uhh
Check it out, we're like
Three LP's precise from my Five Deadly
nothing's new under the sun
So when life be stressing me
My remedy is 'bringing back sweet memories'
Like the faces that are woven in the fabric of my
I've been switched up on before
By my own guys and the crazy thing is I
Stayed loyal both times
My whole life, my whole life
I been in the trenches,
I die by myself and lonely,
I'll ask Him just once to only,
“Bring me back to life.
Bring me back to life”
ct twenty-three they were found,
cnd
straight to God (what you doin' nigga?)
In this life I lead, I seen the most of my twenty-three years
My vision is blurry, the money is clear
Some of my
[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice
[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
shy
No one by my side, everyone is blind
Apathetic lives don't reach out to neighbour
I apologize, I shouldn't have been born
fechar
3.
Platonic Love
let's make it work
And I want you back, and I want you back
Out my heart woah
I swear I never said this before
Baby baby baby I'll do right by you
Baby
on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
on the kitchen plate, tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rollin' three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer c***ed back rapped in my sheets
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