Lyrics:
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
Yea it's how the Northwest did it
Seattle Portland fitted
Came a long way for a short ten minutes
Shawn Kemp pivot on these sports fan critics
and splurge the tab, uh
Hops out the truck like "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend
to God up in Heaven eleven at night and I got no alibi
My damn dip to Stewart Town
Best not come 'round these parts if you new in town
Wonder what my
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should
Suicide
Written & Produced By DeShawn Cato
Verse
I'm just trying to find away through this fog
The inner working of my mind are so far gone
Slowly
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you mam"
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm
oh yeah
It's my 10th album, ha ha
Hehe, and you don't stop
I said this my 10th album, uh-huh, oh yeah yea yea, yeah
And you won't stop, know
am so cool
Knock knock, "Who is it?"
"It's the Soopa, here to pay that ass a visit heard you wasn't givin up
Your pussy, so I got the right dick
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
a player
Fuck around and fuck your life up
Or a tramp ass bitch with a nice butt
You should of went to collage
Got your degree and a job stop trying
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
drink your water up
Cool off I'm leavin' with somethin' (bitch)
They leavin' you somethin' crop stolen
An asshole heard it (bitch)
Hip on purpose
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
Moms prayed while I was still in the womb
God blessed as her angels filled up the room
The umbilical was attached to her navel
Doc cut it clean
Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
WANNA SLING CRACK
Words & Music by Tony DeShawn
(chorus - Why you wanna sling crack, I don't know
Why you wanna smoke crack, I don't know
Why you
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
Remembering the beef we got into but never ran
I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time
Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a ?
On some Harlem
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
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