Lyrics:
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I
feel you can ignore no more.
Verse One: Frost
Homicide, on the murder scene
Another frustrated gang-related senseless slaying
Victim: a young product
to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human
Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna get in step while there's still time left
Before the parade passes by
Mrs. Levi, come along!
Cornelius
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I want
I
thug force don't need to beg I'm comin' prepared.
Strat, strat ride got dat gat right at your mind,
We ready to put that murder on you, on
You
how bout you?
Dreams are made not by one, but two
Y'all kno what I'm talkin' 'bout?, lemme tell y'all what I'm talkin' 'bout.
[Chorus]
Thank
As time goes by
And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you"
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by
Moonlight
talk too loose
Again, I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
of the sun
There is no rhyme or reason
Just a time for each and every one
Hang on Mr. Barnum
Hang on Jenny Lind
We will meet you in streets of gold
Where
out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and
Shoot a video for it,
got to the place I got me a taste
I knew she'd be good for a game
Dancin' out on the floor she was ready for more
She knew all the boys by their
talk too loose
Again, I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery
Come and talk to me
rock this place
One for the treble, two for the bass,
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Rock this beat 'cause
real, I ain't hidin'
You on't shoot one shot if you ain't ready to die
And never get it fucked up, I got shooters for hire
Cause you don't want it, I
'm at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"
If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I
Murder
Murder
Murder
Now oh ba ba bada do-oh dow
Drugs and sex oh ba ba bada do-oh dow
Good times are ready right now, now, now, now, now
nasty)
Said you wanna get freaky
But are you ready to get sweaty (HUH! SO KEEP IT GOIN')
You can come play for awhile, for awhile, for awhile
Girl I
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
out and said now show us where you killed her
And that wicked judge said now I here by sentence you to die
But here I am far away from Austin prison
later
You gotta let these haters
Jam on it, jam on it
I tell ‘em, tell ‘em jam on it!
Jam on it, jam on it j-j-j jam on it!
Mr 305, to Mr worldwide
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