Lyrics:
not hip with the syntax
Been back, need dough for the six pack
Gotta heal like a dog when the wrist snap
Hang by the side of the goal
Because I pass
giving her kisses
Fuck other bitches they not in my sight
Making all of them wishes come true
I got some more that you know I could do
Thought it a few
the pen nigga wondering if I'ma write back
Holla at me at the end of your sentence
I can do for me but I want a nigga who do more
Fly me out to Cali, take
praying for a couple of homies
That got a little bit lost on the way
Made a few moves they regret
They don't know it
But I see them everyday
Both hands put
niggas soft but some niggas define shit
True soldier ready for war, so don't try shit
Why you get critical, 'cause the spots held down by the general
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
cop a few for my Enemies
And then a Middle finger for the government!
I drop the shirt and I wear knicker
I smoking gas like a cylinder
I grip the 50
Y'all already know what I'm good for
Fitted up like Tom Ford
Cookies rolling want more
What do I write these songs for?
Does it got to have a message?
you to stand up for the few
How ready are you
To put your body on the line and have it sacrificed
For those of us who've had to have an extra set
buns, no more row row your boat, playing the
Dip by Freak Nasty with a few simple notes. Kilo A-
Li’s nasty dancer just for show in the class. This love
off)
We kill a soundboy
For a few more peso (Budda-rind-ding-ding)
Sayonara, amigo
You know that Born Jamericans
Are on to El Paso
Sayonara,
to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real
Plus it lives by the code
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
a couple thousand selling bud
Why stay in school when I can make this money now
I finally got money up & now these hoes are down
I found it funny for
spent more money than I gained knowledge
Hol up ain saying don't be a scholar
I just feel we brain washed by the man with the dollars
Every since we been
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
Shine of sun I could feel
Yo said there's a few left
Since music's expressions of life
Damn I wish I took more time to
Write in my book of rhymes
Oh shit
Yeah
It feels good (Yeah)
Real good
I don't talk much I let the cash speak
Few thousand dollar plays and I just hit them shits up in a week
Killing
All I wanted was a beverage and a few ice creams
And cognac for when the doves fly
Holes in the sign down at sunrise
Dollar a piece for the cheddar
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
the Earth the Devil is
And they're just doing his dirt for him
I done seen you cry, and reminiscing
It hurts more but I'm by your side forever
For what it's
crumbs, doin the supplyin
We independent now - we.. goin.. diamond!
Yeah, what more could you ask for?
We the team, we deserve everything and more
All
hearing
War was somber, but the Mormongers believe in more than the bomber
We gotta beat the commons in a world full of darkness
Ain't about the dollars
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