Lyrics:
alot to me
Watchin you lockin up with him, was a shame to see
You know crack in the business did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas, it's
bro
Ideally love your cynic by my side
But to doubt me in front of kids
The shit that hurt my pride
Hard to accept but you'll sit and watch me roll in
Bitches ripped my heart out
Fags at the top wants a Fallout
I'm angry like Evil Pimp
Bitches looks like an angels
But them gets fucked a by fucking
call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
the team and we fully equipped
All of these rivals are getting eclipsed
Out there wishing we didn’t exist
Got stopped by the pigs but I’m fully legit
Back in
he ain't see
If he peep that, have to say my name's Malik
But he ain't see
Stared him in his eye, I ain't fuckin' speak
I need to get out this
Yo yo brand new KRS why'all Maximum Strength
5 Boroughs of death we rep to death
Yo Kris set it for The Bronx..
We hit em and get em we stick em
off your holster and your gat and let's scrap
But porkey the pig don't wanna get em up
Unless you got your hands in some cuffs
Will I break the law if I
god, he got hit by a go-cart
Goin' on break, yo turn on the robot
Tell Juan "throw a pizza on the stove top"
("gracias")
Father Dumpster, I drink and I
nine, nine, nine, nine, nine
Nine)
In years to come
I may forget if I lost or if I won
But I'll always remember how much fun it was
(just a little five
on the rise, Rhyme and Reason the call
Vision of a hawk, Vissionary Hordebreaker
Slaying orcs like a King in the North, en Hård Saga
de faker, claimer de har
could get some disease, or worse yet, you could get struck by lightning
Or drown in a kiddie pool
So don't be a fool
Be sure to take all the necessary
Where we at with it? Blockworks
Detroit Live 32 bars
Let's get it
All these niggas square dancing and
They bitches just some lamertons
It ain't
by?"
I took the charity and thanked her polite
And sittin' there sippin' and suddenly I had me a thought
Unlucky gambler and lucky in love
Guess you
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Baby don't you want to leave this V.I.P
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room
get down to business; I'm in it for the cash
The world is full of hazards, the drains are full of clogs
I here to discuss your hygiene not hear your
eye and a fo-fo by my side
Takin' out the opposition steppin' up to my position
Life that i live it's a wonder why I'm not in prison
Comin' up off this
bout that
Got price tags you ain't bout that
That bitch you love we popped that
That shit talk you ain't bout that
Don't get caught in that traffic
cuts
I put what I live by on both nuts
It's either him or me so I say fuck dude
I look him in his eyes and say FUCK YOU!
Fuck you, hey, I been
with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin
Mack
In the Cadillac, (yeah)
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the Gangsta Mack
In
exclusive
You tryna get a bag lemme know I’m recruiting
Just found a vendor wit some oranges lemme test em
This shit go thru you gone see me in a Tesla
Fuck
the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah !
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by
him know, never mind yo, I need you to go
Take this snow up to 1-5-0, see Joe
Get that, come back with that, we can split that, sit back
Fuck, puff
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