Lyrics:
But I got the game by the throat
See the fans taking notes
We just be giving them hope
Swear that we doing the most
Raise ya glass, make a toast
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
feels he is being watched by more than just the curious deer
nd west Texas highway transients
t dawn, he begins to feel the first nearly imperceptible
and build
Many intricate messages are messed with skill
Prescriptions are filled by traditional
Medicinal appressional rhymes
To break down before
to hide
Poetry sucks
Maybe because I’m dumb
Some lyrics
Lyrics about being numb
I don’t want to come down
I don’t want to come down
I just want you
Supply and the demand it's all capitalism
Niggaz don't sell crack cause they like to see blacks smoke
Niggaz sell crack cause they broke, my battle lyrics
they can't come down here
And shoot no video
(They can't come down here to to New York)
Fuck 'em (Yo)
You know I'm sayin'?
(Y'all kill 'em, kill 'em)
With blood these lyrics came
Your words, they eat right through me
Dead could hear my shame
The tears we've cried, this love has died
You're by
you need
And we proceed
And now the drive by
First I pull up on your block, let my entire torch
All spit fire, burn down your empire's boardwalk
The fucking amount of effort I put into my music
Is unmatchable by any one of the best who been through it
Not relying on the people, I'm the one
idiology's to break down
MC's microscopically
The ghetto tropically gettin' more hectic by the second
Ghetto warfare straight bullets hit off the window
the track also featured
The lyric "someone tell
PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
" which drew immediate fire
From the animal-rights group
Kanye West: Yo
the right lyrics. The right title of the song is, “Looking For A Little
Sweetie”. Rudy Vallee stole the number, and ‘cause it wasn't copyrighted,
during
a splash
Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing
I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot
Got, only so much time in
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
geah, I cause commotion
Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
it is
Cause when it comes to spitting lyrics I’m the best in the business
Go by the name of Luda
The industry intruder
Collipark Park G.A.
Where
Biz Markie
Making music orderly is my specialty
When I go, ah one two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all
blud I swear down there was five pies)
I come back to the table, and the pies are all gone (Where the pies gone man?)
Blud I swear, where are the pies
on the inside of your breast
Nursing was a letdown in so many ways
But you just have to get down because the benefits are amazing
You gotta let it flow
This is
Lord hold me down while i'm growing
Cause all i see is pain around and you know it
I said Lord hold me down while im growing
Because that pressure
You should know the name by now man
Uh
Fuck what you heard I'm the new king in town
Yeah I put it down I don't play around
I'm smoking on a pound
tried to tell 'em
I just hope pretty soon that somebody smell 'em
My lyrics get deeper and deeper
Mack 10, twelve gauge, Tec-9 plus a Street Sweeper
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