Lyrics:
a west nigga
A midwest nigga
I'm the best nigga
Cause we the best niggas
From street team to GM
To VP
This ain't a crime family
This rap shit is
or not
It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas
The Catacombs Of Ur")
From the expeditionary journal of Doctor Ignatius X. Stone:
Giza, Egypt (March 17, 1890)
The heat here is damnably oppressive,
be giving in (yeah, uh)
Don't you let one day go by without praising the Most High (right)
'Cause it's the only way we ever will survive (for real)
be giving in (yeah, uh)
Don't you let one day go by without praising the Most High (right)
'Cause it's the only way we ever will survive (for real)
and sympathy
Dear mama, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless
And any man who knows a thing knows, he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
like in ten minutes
I don´t care cause i got a limit
I know i can do as i want
I don´t care
What you want
I go my way and i don´t care
Everybody standing
restart this love
And I can't remember why I called when I'm only ten minutes away
By the way, I was getting bands out the way
told the lil' bitch she
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known
is in full information gathering mode
She remembers to this day what I ordered, not the most Expensive nor the least expensive
Menu items, as someone
her regret that she said I was led
Astray by her cake and she made me this way, she paved me the way
So I slept with threat that she told me she met but
wait to meet ya
If this is what I'm doing I'ma do often
Can I take out bring you back round ten
She said boy got guts but proceed with caution
Never took
out of the closet
I tried my best to make him renig
But he was like, my nig this feeling is more than personal
I stood down
He hopped in a four
k
10k, it was crazy man, this shit was winnin
I won fuckin 10k up in 30 minutes
It was an easy battle
I ain't gon' lie, it was simple
Pussy nigga had no
town
Rappin' like a Mac 10, as soon as I begin
The only way to stop the stealin'
Is throw me in the pen
But that will never happen
'Cause I'm just
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this
Y'all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state
Time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
It's time to make a movie let
of my colonizers
My mother tongue is lost
When Sneaki Bandit came to me and offered me this moment
I was initially planning to read a simple land
Is you rollin? [x4]
Bitch I might be [x2]
Girl he geeked up
Girl he geeked up
Bitch I might be [x4]
[Verse 1]
East Atlanta slum man is
is the mission
'Cause I can't get right, ain't this night
Ain't no possible way that I can paint this bright
When the brain is night, mayne it's
Wait a minute, I aint trippin'
Is it me inside my head ?
Rather listen to it
The way I see it everybody dead
King [verse]
I keep hearin' Bad News ,
doesn’t mean that I’m defeated by the way
I know it hurts your heart to see me shining like this, like this
Believe me every second every minute
I’m gonna
lover
You're trippin no, I'm serious, these are authentic
Yeah, well I don't take hallucenogenics
Wrong again, my man, this is way more real
But since
This that warning light
This that warning light
Creation crying out
These warning lights are an indication
Of the need I have for transformation
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