Lyrics:
advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Start running for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound
through her secret tunnels
Sucked into the open spaces
Burning out in sudden flashes
Draining blood from well-fed faces
Desires form in subtle
the Goldtoes
Kickin' down doors
In the club, hoes recognize a C-E-O
Man, that's fa' sho
I'm from the 'Sco
Where they get they pimp on
And blowing the hydro
I
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
Caught me three days later said
The white was funny i said you trippin
I never seen a episode of Seinfeld
That shit ain't them niggas minimal
I heard
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
your door
All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets
After fucking with police guaranteed
Last nigga did
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
Geffen
Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down
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
[GZA]
He's running in a short race, shoelace untied
Head down, facial expression he can't hide
Kid with no direction, seems confused
A victim who
Geffen
Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down
to steal this show
Dis a robbery the whole a dem fi know
Sound it
And it's for now
Time to get them goons and kick your door down
Niggas ain't running
and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the back
'Amonos, dámelo, caete con
what makes me happy, living my truth
Was cut from a different cloth, played by different rules
Had to find a way to cheat the status quo, still with
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
(What the fuck?)
phones
She wades ankle deep across whino creek
To the rail where the stagecoach waits
And there should be one in a day or so
If it isn't running late
Our days are numbered
Hear the countdown
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 more round
Shots ring out and we all fall down
Soldier on
Soldier on
Lead the convoy through
Hey, say pimp,
This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar,
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man, I don't
a knock from the cops saying
TURN SHIT DOWN
Yup
My neighbors probably wishin' I resided in hella prison
'Cause they always tell me and Mak to turn down
will not be fought
An attempt to save some lives
Spreading out more peaceful vibes
See that less drugs will be sold
So a man can live to grow old
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
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