Lyrics:
Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out
As a window-bound bat from a
Collapsed red flannel at night
Flight path managing a back and forth
That draws a heart and dagger if you
Track it all with tack and yarn
Im slidin out ger ribs
And she tell me tha rest
But i tell her whatever
Next time i drop by ima leave you a letter
Sayin weezy baby no one could do it
handbags
chenellin her dress
and when im in ya crib
im slidin out her ribs
and she tell me the rest
but i tell her whtever
next time i drop by ima leave u
Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried
With my march, got out of prison February
Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain
Bad Boy, Buggatis in all
the wall
If the sun had already set
And put us all to rest
(All to rest)
As the vehicle moved along
He listened so intently
To the same ten tracks
Have 'em moanin' out the vowels sounds, oh, wee and ahh
And how, by now, you should know me and my
Crew members do members of the opposite sex
Have
It takes courage
To look your life in the eyes
It takes a man of steel
To face the facts and leave your
Demons behind
You want to scream it all
Out
down the sound with the syllables
And intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables
Are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty
Canteen
We was raised from the cradle to trenches
All my life I was bound by the code
I don't care ima ride for my niggas
Cause my brothers is all that I
the nigga child molester
Throwin' out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester
Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch
Leaves you feeling
will fly without a sound
and will have huge claws with which will hunt
Wolves the tusks, Hawks the sight
Go and destroy the traitor with all its kind
Not stopping or looking back
Heading to the forest
On the old abandoned track
I woke up in the morning
To the sound of a gun
Looking out I saw
slay men
Leave your whole body cold
Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
May this nigga rest in peace, Amen
I run with brave men, straight out
Mathers)
Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it
You fuckin', oh
And I'm just
you know this game's rule
Take all your ca$h
Then leave you out on your a$$
Look at your past
Don't you want to advance?
Ten years gone by
Blown away
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in
of Bernie and Tom step up in a black Jeep
Lowest totem on the pecking order
All the pretty hoes wanted athletes
Bamboozled by the bamboo-wearing bad
life
there’s no excuse,
if you don’t wanna go all out
then leave your broke self at home
cause there’s no excuse
flashing lights call my name
born
many can't outlast
Who these cats who blast gats rehearsin' lines for a movie cast?
But as a central, blaze the track engage
Instamatic sporadic
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap
a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I. or Fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down
Like y'all
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