Lyrics:
with my hand on the trigger
Then boom pop, pop and we gone, off with the pawn go and pray to your god
Shark in the tank you a little bitty cod, ya ass
Ask yourself why we just get by
While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind
Up against the machine the "Bush Killer" remain
In between
on the wake up
No breakfast cooking, you smell it's in the breakup
Time just running by, while his heart is yelling "wait up!"
How they still together, but he
a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx!)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
Open the round with some astro kicks
A's on my mind, while I grind, last place shit
Finding time, changing lines, that's a momentary split
Sign
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
criminals yeah
Money hungry
Wabble in the hills
Wabble up
Thousand dollar bills
Ruined by your viles yeah
By your vile
Painful death threats
Flex, flex, flex,
odds.
We cling so closely together
Because we have little other than ourselves.
Critics say that it's just punk rock or that we're just naive
the strip
We've got time to kill, so come on little baby let me be your thrill
Roll you up just the dollar bills you used to use you up money money money
the others pure impressed
And while they lookin' school-faced, got niggas on the cue-base
You know they got their talk just packed up in a little suitcase
wrong, I can feel it (six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what
found out the man I loved loved another guy
We were at a party, Ohh to have a little fun
But when I looked around my-my man was missing
I walked
I take longer in the shower cause I'm lonely
The hot water reminds me of when you hold me
Little did I know you'd ever want me
I should bill you
knees
I can do just what I please
This is the life!
That's right, I'm the king
Number One
I buy monogrammed Kleenex by the ton
I pay the bills
I call
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
You're so unsatisfied
You're so damn petrified
You ain't got nothin' no
You ain't got nothin' to prove
Just a little heartache
Just a little hole
Just
them, what the hell to do
Instead of doin' what they choose
I cruise, until I crash and get bruised
Every year that goes by, I do improve
While these
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill
I'm kill bill with ambition
While you niggas bitching
You know my shit is killa you gone hear that whistling
Plz boy I'm out here and I'm getting paid
out
He's in the jailhouse now
He's in the jailhouse now
It was while ol' Bill's away
Sadie's with the sheriff everyday
He's in the jailhouse now
Oh,
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