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Most y'all niggaz know I cut ya like cheese that's cheddared
I been around the world like Lisa Stansfield tour bus
Tearin niggaz up from here
candy on some dub leech
But fuck them tricks 'cause they haters
They stick out like short thumbs around Playaz
[Chorus 2x]
All I want to do is get my
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
"(Damn! Rapid Firing Squad) Back at your ass again, nigga
(First Family)
World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here."
Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy
the place,
blowin' off the face of men,
rippin' the skin,
'cause we are the soldiers of the world again and again, my friend.
Punk-ass niggas can't stand
move and imma bust em
i'm sleeping on the floor with my nines by the door
war ain't fair it's war
frontline, mutherfucka
mos(talking):
u can never
to figure this one out
A dead end job no college degree
And my money's drying up faster than my weed
As this world goes around it seems nothing makes sense
bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a forty or pour me
the fuck you gon do
Walk around demanding respect
Punk bitch in his gumboots
Woo! Woo!
Cool. I can not
Lead him to water, he's pooched
I threw up peace like
on my shoulders pressing heavily
Bench press the world's weight with my pecs I got reps in me
Repetition of beats in the shade makes my skin shade mostly
my seller
Sniffing around for the cheese
I'm worried about my kids grow up
Getting punk'd by the streets
And don't take it from me
I'm leaving a legacy
No other option yo
This heresy
A devil that peddles
Meddles with pedigrees
Attentively channeled my temper
Empathy enter me
Feel the world around
Not
to young me
I'd have a lot of shit to say
My demons flash and tap
And dance around me
And my mental state
Drugs and alcohol fuel
The fire that's already
to the weight the state in the fate of all these messages
(Hook)
BBoys BBgirls
MCs DJs
Graffiti Writers around the world
We need you
The party's over here
We
get it right keep it tight,
fellas in the house tonight give your homeboy a light,
imma pass around the blunt imma get your head right,
imma keep
ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space invaders
First time I flirted with Death, I felt my Soul connecting to my baby flesh
That's when I took my first breath
This pressure felt around my chest, my
Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out here man
Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
Sorry punk pussy no good hatin'
My nigga you
[RA]
ARE YOU NOT GONNA LET THE WORLD PERISH AND WATCH IT BURN?
NO, WAIT…
NIGGA FUCK THAT IT’S MY TURN
ALL OF THESE BITCHES AND THE—EZE PUNKS BEEN
TRY
face
"How he gone behave? Now why's
He in a craze?"
Look bitch, it's a free world
What you want me to say?
I apologize if you feeling sodomized
By
I never had shit until I was screaming
Fuck the world
Too many counterfeiting fritters making money
At the price of selling their soul, yeah
Here's
instrumentals since we was little
Snotty nose, punk ass children
With the world in our hands and the pressure in our collarbones
We could explode at any minute
Worldwide, look
All of my pain is on the pictures in my enemy's frame
Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs
Got two glock nines and I fill them with
a divine rhyme, exsquisite like some elegant wine
Here's a toast, the world is mine
I promise I'm a keep it punk
I represent the real hip-hop, I ain't no
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