Lyrics:
Omg this that black on black So I guess am back
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson bad Bitch I'm hell of bad
Walk my way but don't waste my timeI ain't got
the gun and I shot her
I shot her, shoot her one more time for me
Hey Joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to, Joe, where you
We're going to cut to Stacey Jackson, who is reporting live from Covington, Kentucky
with one of the more bizarre stories you'll hear this year
it, cross the line
‘Cos you know, I don’t waste my time
Only got one life, I wanna live it by your side
Only got one life, I wanna live it by your side
Get down to a flow in sight
Get made by the end of the night
Coz it’s (Music and lights)
Joe we pass time with the booze and fights
Groove only in
Clarice!
But Dahlia there's no way
Girl! Get your head in the game!
You've got Jamie Jackson
Wrapped around your finger
But it feels so wrong, Dahlia
Messing
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
hush you like a kid
In a crib, damn, it's time to silence the lamb
Big L gotta silence the lambs
To my man D'Shawn gotta silence the lambs
To Naughty By
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
like Gretzky her hair like a mess
Kick the bitch out the house, she pesky
Your dope comin' up short like Joe Pesci
They said gritty can't rap, yeah,
Gandhi said be the change you want to see
Take a look in the mirror I'm starting with me
Keep my cool like I'm a Jackson
I'm chasin' this green like
some
As long as my expenditures don't exceed my income
I'm like Bruce Willis I'm Unbreakable when rappin
Your style is as fragile as Samuel L. Jackson
Like Lil Wayne and Fat Joe imma make it rain
Boss Hogg in the trap yeah it's popping mane
I got the same name but I spit a different game
Ain't no need
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
Morning cup of Joe
Wake up scroll my phone
Had a crazy night I was in a different zone
I jump into the whip
I don't know where I'm going
I got no
tumbleweeds.
I Can't Stop Loving You
(Don Gibson)
I can't stop loving you
I've made up my mind
To live in memories
Of the lonesome times.
I can't stop wanting
fake jax
Fat Joe, bringin forth the illest motherfuckers
In this whole rap game
Hey yo Armageddon, let these motherfuckers know
[Armageddon]
You
is fake
Like Janet Jackson’s nose
I’m selling that real live shit
And you could get hurt
You’re selling that fake shit like
The Home Shopping Network
only got one life to live
Another brother got some cocaine
Ya know his face but don't know his name
Ya know he got the sack, man
And he's sittin'
or you get lost trying
Live the way I live you shoot yo pistol or get caught sliding
Trenches felt like barbed wire
Left but I'm so scarred by it
And I got
the beat
Dance-A-Lot and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
Yo Tee word
Hit it! Now Peter was a pipe head
Who weighed it by the pound
He
I keep the flame on me
I got the gang on me
By myself keep that thing on me
How the fuck could you change on me?
They flipped like a whopper
But
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
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