Lyrics:
respect for him, But used to be like next to kin
Now I'm the Don, Now I'm the power house and
He's a rat like Disney, he's a power mouse and
Tried to turn
the thought of me leaving like Kurt
You know I had your back from good to bad to bad to worse
I would pray I'd see your ex at your house when I lurked
The same
were trained in
G-House Greenwich Street South Gold DJ please play that heat now
Sit paste that super bass got me dead live
of the lake,
Got my brother by my side, sold my soul to my own gang.
Let my shotty go bang, I feel like i'm Kurt Cobain,
Hit your body, make a stain,
WOE CITY
This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
the headlights
Bout to let it shine
Find your ass in there tip-toeing
Your ass is mine
We got you waitin' for us on the radio
So our albums can drop
Snoop,
house
My only option's to cum on the floor
Good dick is hard to find so seek me out
I'll give you the header
If you're a woman I will come and eat you
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
Tango and Cash
We've been on
Le nou re sa le mo
The lights are coming on
This house is now a home
The days were long
The days would come and go
And now I
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
Here we go
Yeah
Yesterday morning was crazy
I had to come to terms with the fact that it's not a maybe
That shit is in stone, sealed and signed
a album don't you call this one a tape
RIP Sad Frosty copped a crib up by the lake
This hit gon last forever bump in 2028
Aye I done came too far just to go
yall to the spirit of Penn so here it is like that
In a house full of mirrors
I’m just tryna find myself
Myself
On the road to be winners I’m not tryna
highlight
When it comes to money I am not shy
Counting the stars on the night sky
Wave at UFO when it passed by
Lonely night
Windows are open in the house
My
intention of making hits or making chips
Time is money, please don't insult me
By thinking that freestyle is really free, it's kinda costly
More than you can
I wonder how we could move on
And pull together and manage
If I could save the mind
I'd help all my people get by
Life is too short to not evolve
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
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