Lyrics:
lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
light
So why the fuck you don't
Think they won't go?
Hold up, your chick traded post game
And no shame she felt your man
She probably on Joe Johnson
Cause
and a smile
(True)
If you only knew
That your ho was gettin' dug up by the whole 7th floor crew
Tell me what would you do?
Would you cry like you a bitch
could start all over again
Brand new inmates and who do ya see
Your baby brother in shackles, a fool, a lil' ass gee
A fool, a lil' ass gee
Yo
step, don't got enough pep
The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit alone and I cry, yo I won't tell no lie
Not
what you won't do
He wouldn't cop that whip u got he'd probably go and cop some dope new
Beats and record up all the tracks at his own stu
Man that's his
and EBT
The government got me
Y'all mad behind screens
Debating validity
I'm chilling watching the Girls Gone Wild DVD, man
They scamming credit cards
I
the gram just put in that work tryna get it in,
It’s all crazy, man drive rangeys that they can’t afford to put petty in,
Me I just wanna be shining, that’s
with pan
With a fork, I do this
Like I chop off my hands
But I chop off your hands
Damn
Listen
I'm the man with the slicer
It's nice
In your face
You
Bottom text
Your bitch do want sex
Bust all in her mouth and she asking me what's next
Big checks
I won't love an ex
This prod by Huntaps so you know
So you dropped off your game
'Cause you weren't universal
Now ain't that quite a shame?
What can I say? Seems like
You can't run a track, or a race
I'm
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
(Three, four) Back she throw before the track miss
(How far?) Can our style go to wreck this static?
(Will the sister grab the mic and do damage?)
Ayo,
rich in America
And we all just tryin' to make it
All around the world
For those who never mistake it
Ain't no place like America
And your pride get hard
holding her head down in shame
Cuz I'm too lame to tell these girls to peep game
But it's hard when your game is outshined by another's
By a man who you
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
And i certainly won't do it
That leaves you, you'll have to do it
I know that you've been wondering
If i'm the same man inside
Never tried to fool
it all back up the same
And thank you all for coming it has been my pleasure
Cuz one man's trash is another man's treasure
And I'll kiss your behind
hadn't died
And conquered all the fear
Joe and girls
Stayed close by in town
Had their own struggles
But they're made it work out
Pete and Liz
Really get
at track one
Track nine
Track nine
What to do
What's changed by track nine
New motivation fueling my drive
May be blasphemous to say
But I'm kinda divine
of you (yeah yeah)
And I'll be runnin' you and your man straight up out (uh)
While y'all niggas ain't runnin' a fuckin' thing but yo' mouth (woo)
Now
front, they say the Tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z's,
If the pony express couldn't run?"
I said, "I hear you, mister and you do your job well
But I hear it won't be for long
They'll be sendin'
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