Lyrics:
pasta
Live like a mobster It's the one and only
The Boss The Doggy Dog Father
Mr equisite I live so pimpish
From the LBC great place to visit
So
mobster, callin all the shots
From a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
used to live with Tito
But he clowned me and told me that my money's free-doughs
Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo
Reon, same song some from my
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package,
Party's over, shut it down,
I'm huntin' for someone y'all
He's a lyin' thievin'rattlesnake
and he's broken every law
He's terrorized the lives
of men
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
robots
Who forgot
Hypnotic in a
Two thousand by three thousand mile box
Thirty five year olds lost in a x box
Playstation and videos
So that's
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop"
'Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no
Flo-Rida
Gucci!
Bird!
I done bought all this Ciroc
Now lil mama on my jock
Staring at me up and down like when my roley's six o'clock
Now you
on life
We took trips down South, biscuits and chicken
Me you granddad and Alison, trippin'
Remember, you used to pick me up from junior high
We kicking down your door (kick your door)
No not baseball
But I run up in your home (not baseball)
I'm so cutthroat I will cut
You in the throat
his stomach
Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit
Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish
Sushi for lunch, waiter
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes
is grown
My daughter leads a wayward life
She's been a failure as a wife
And though she lives just one floor down
She never calls or comes around
on fire from the acid of the truth
All the untold lies of my misspent youth
I would rather die fast than to ever live slow
Father, forgive me what my
a free man on the streets again
Chasin' St. Ides down with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice game and I'm into win
On the scene from the 41st side
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
pain
Can't wait until my son shine and together we reign
My queen's by my side like Manhattan
Fuck rapping, this is poetic conviction
My rendition is
removed from all those fires
As we raced each other home
And now we drink our coffee on the run
We climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters
April, in her stable
Fooling with her frozen salt block
Takes him, if she's able
From the house down to the dock
The water, oh the water
Ebbs
It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy
Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby
For my blessing, it's thirty-three
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