Lyrics:
sweet
Music ah beat, everybody touch street
Ah me seh turn up the sound
Temperature up and it ah burn up the crowd (once again played by the King)
It ain't me, but their bigotry.
I'm just trying to burn all this down
And rebuild it up from the ground.
If my love's burning the Earth
Let them burn
dick
Till she sick
Like green eggs and Ham
As she started moaning I yelled "SAM I AM"
Get with the program
This is a remix by Z God and the man
G with
I unload them thangs
Get shot in ya face Novocain
Burn ya body up
Then ya body what I'ma throw in flames
Can burn ya body up, it's arson, no remains
you hit it, missed like shootin bricks
Son, my beats are hype so I don't need a remix
Porn Theatre Ushers, we're oozing pestilence
Me plus this beat
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
the dead minded, numbed and solitudinal is a path to un-righteous damnation
The contamination of a soul baptized in catholic blood
Brought up by protestant
are a couple 69ing
It's like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga
Fuck yo' couch, nigga
You screamin', "Fuck the world!" with your middle
aint have no swag
Remix the pack as i sit in the trap
I give to you
You get from me
I get from ru
Ru get for free
Fucking with me
You never gon leave
on crack rock
I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock
I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop
Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed
slim
I ain't young
But I'm thug by the mug
And I shot up a club, I'm still shooting my shot just because
Captured the flag
Let's call it a Dub
I'm
to the top and they are gonna know it
They'll never learn
That when you light up the fire
Push it to after burn
Race it to the top and they are gonna feel
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
flight
You a bark, bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight
I stay heated, my people in the place need it
If you ain't standin' up for yourself then
(woo)
We are too hot in the business (woo)
I'm going straight to the top with the crew
We should just chill and maybe take it slow
'Fore we get up
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
call?
Who do ya call?
Burn me up
Burn it up
Keepin' ya hot, the spot, hot
Burn it up
Shake what ya got, ya got a lot
Burn it up
Keepin' ya hot, the spot,
it up,
Keeping ya hot, the spot, hot,
Burn it up,
Shake what ya got, ya got a lot,
Burn it up,
Keeping ya hot, the spot, hot,
Burn it up,
Shake
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
or and or solo artist groups are:
Don't read it time to shut em down, turn another page put em in the blind magazine, crusade kill em all, burn em all, take em
the bacon
Chew you up and spit you out
You might as well be Copenhagen
Tricks are for kids, it's time to grow up
(Bitch)
You do a show, and no one show up
(Alright) It's bound to wreck your body or straight burn your body out
Woke up in a cold sweat, drenched like I'm Ronald in a Genesis
Spent and I haven't
a shit 'bout what you have to say
The things you do make me wanna throw up every day in pain
I wanna see the world burn and burn
'Cuz you've been getting
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