Lyrics:
a billion, up there with the millions
I'm not your average star,
I'm no where near civilians
My bitch sounding foreign,
Fresh in Michael Jordan's
My car ain't
Meine Kette, sie spielt Tennis, als wär' sie Serena Williams
In der Gruppe sind nur Trapper, nein, wir hängen nicht mit Civilians
Und ich wollte
really surprised
If I get victimised by Gideon's spies
I sympathise with that Brazilian guy
On the tube
But we're used to the hideous lie
Your civilians
the streets better be a civilian
Helmut, Chrome, and Vivienne
She wanna kick at The Pavilion
Pluto now we thе dominion
Hop in this bitch then lеts fly!
I know
splashed and he tried come back
But none of my ones got touched
That's Ls on Ls, now he's on the wing eatin' tuna chunks
Civilian, civilian, this shit's
business I'm chasing' the figures, you chasing' the women
You youngers are moving' like idiots like why you out here tryna kill the civilians (why)
I'm
Cold insitions, the vile conditions
Canine infliction for your disease
Tortured civilians, blatant maltreatment
Cruelty for suspected insurgency
miss her showin' Seven civilian life shit
Ah, Miss Donda, you see my mama, whisper her this
The real reason I was geeked to go to church
Must confess,
robbin', pillagin'
Tomahawk missiles into civilian villages
And they ease the pain with narcotics
I'm scared but I'm tryin' to remain patriotic
My
six civilians
Need these words to come out right
God of mercy, God of light
Save your children from this life
Hear these words, this humble plea
more soldiers, six civilians
Need these words to come out right
God of mercy, God of light
Save Your children from this life
Hear these words, this
thinking
That was the end of it all?
Harry's a civilian
Wants to make a million
So he keeps on pluggin' away
Money is eternal
Like the Wall Street
Civilian warring among each other
Only to achieve their coffin
So I and I stay away in the big apple
And trod it with care though its full
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
resilient for real
I can't go in public like civilian for real
And I hardly take offense
Money for revenge, man, that's hardly an expense
Al Haymon checks
in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
but
We tryna set up the lil ones
Loyalty only thing matter to me
We bout to bust up some millions
Niggas is ready civilians
We the type never to wait, wait
like Artest and them
Punchlines mean I really go punch civilians
Crunch time mean I take it to the hole
Not this basket but rather the
Good pussy that
money
Then we all would have millions
We are all civilians just
Living in the ghetto
Its either sell drugs, grip the chrome
Bust the metal it took Freddie
through the light
Run over civilians
Pimp cut bitch on my right
Hat low like a stripper ass
When she hit the floor, doing my thing
Why you complain?
Cause
in the crowd like Artest and them
I move the crowd like Artest and them
Punchlines mean I really go punch civilians
Crunch time mean I take it
a pull from the blunt, inhaled it
Blew the smoke from my lungs
Into the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we
a trillion, for real
They been tryin' me but I'm resilient
For real
I can’t go in public like civilian, for real
And I hardly take offense
Money for revenge,
Discuss these civilian Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In