Lyrics:
It's a dub track if ya wanna push back
But you gotta bring a scythe if you wanna bushwhack
Uh! Stole your hubcaps
The cuckoo clock from ya Cutlass
It's
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
weren't so wrong
You can't tell when you're weak and you're young
It's a beautiful struggle
The tracks end here but the train's gotta run
Beautiful
You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(Drell's on the track)
Woah, woah
I was getting full of that shit and it was way past twelve
And I been stuck down on my
Damn
Damn
Uh
Damn, Cole World
I never thought I'd see the day that you my old girl
Now I'm stuck here hollerin' at ol' girl
Got one, got
of the moment more clutch
So what I do with Rich-Entertainment? Power moves
Created Multimedia Art this is Tru (it’s true)
Apparel wearing monkey dude (dude) I
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
you want down by 3
Girl I never trip but you should watch ya feet
We say a lotta shit that we don't really mean, yeah
And I know, yeah I know
Yeah I
Bone Thugs, Akon, yeah
You know though nothin' come easy, you gotta try real, real hard
I tried hard, but I guess I gotta try harder
I tried so
goin you ain't knowin' how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin'
To This"
And to those other mc's: Naughty By Nature fall? Nigga please!
We just took the time to form three companies
Now the whole industry
Awaits
slacking man had to get back on it
Now I'm like a bloodhound, how I track all my opponents
They go 3-on-1 they getting whacked, I'm by my lonely
Yeah, since
Overdose. I came close. way too close
It's like, ninety two
And then I think. I think of you
I was fed fed rock and roll
That night I sold my soul
Face down
First the sheep next the shepherd
Chuck's run amok multiplying like leopards
Spots em up the long bombs a record
A long shot three minutes fifteen
with my
(nigga JT) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know)
(We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that
been black
Stop criticising, take all them back
3AM is the Pooja hour, slap off your cap
I know you were confused by that
I was lurking through
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm
like to meet you
Who do you see?
Introduce yourself to whichever of me is nearby
Close behind your eyes you're laughing at me
And I'm stuck with no
with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose,
stack chips and I unload clips
After 3 summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin', some niggas found god
You know me,
stage darkness" -> Rakim, +I Ain't No Joke+
and Chuck D saying "Follow for now!" *
[MC Serch]
Deaf, dumb and blind, the 3rd Bass find
you move further
the doors
You want to try to match my whits with yours
Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
This track is the third hit, that's for sure
Beat thick
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
You know we know we know we wreck shop
We wreck shop, you know we wreck shop [Repeat x3]
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