Lyrics:
timber limbs on the gas
3 of the feds woke up one day, they strolled to our hood, far, far away
The neighbors heard
Okay?
None of the feds came back that
disagrees then got to get him gone
Cause if you start to get paid the niggas want to flex
and ain't no squabbling these days some niggas brought the tech
teacher's to reach
2002 legislation pass no child left behing
Misleading the youth is not considered a crime
Taking tests
That makes no sense
Up to this day
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
go by
I'm stuck in this cycle for 3 65
Death on the mind like Winter 15
With dreams of a king
But he ain't have a life
He still wanted stages
the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three (Mike D. Is D.)
Double R. Foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in
YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
SHOUT OUT TO CROSS TOWN CONNECTION
AND THE TRINITY CREW YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
AND 1-3-4 YA-KNOW-WHUT-IM-SAYIN
LOST BOYZ BACK STREETS WATCH FAM
beat my bodies by like three by four
Most times them hotties be some thotties tryna play me like a DVD
I call em out like BBD
OH NOW YOU KNOW
If shawty
As days go by
As we live to die
I'm going back to the mines
I'm gonna dig for my life
I've got bills to pay
They're stacking up every day
It's
, on freeway no leeway my neck is hangin, bill dunn entertainment bitch this shit is bangin, yo trunk is hangin on by a piece of metal, headbang to this shit
through lot, still I stand today,
I wouldn’t lie some days were unsure didn’t know that I’ll be here today
And through it all, still I gotta pay
All bills
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
For a sailor it's always a bother in life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
'Til he launch
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious)
giving her chills
In the trap four for three come and get you these deals
Free my bro up on the wing hope they accept the appeal
See so much fake love i
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
Written By: Lord Vizion
Who are you to control the dissatisfaction of disappointed demons you heathen?
You can't breathe in the same air as me
So
a bad back, bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill,
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
forest gump
Every day
Isa fucking slam dunk
Protected by God
I ain't keeping it tucked
Bro wild he get you bucked
Hoe trying me tryna get fucked
I spy
is "Bond" like James,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should
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