Lyrics:
I got swag that's not in the store
I pop tags you couldn't afford
I stay clean, please don't hit record
His Goyard look fake, size 24" LV 'round
that string
For a hundred and eighty seven bucks and a ring
Till I gave up and said, "Friend, you're gonna have to play by yourself"
Well, he racked
liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein
[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
and you want to get it right
Then the music gotta be loud
For when the music hit I feel no pain at all
Warm summer night I was drinking with my dad
He
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will
to convey
These are my confessions
Slipped my mind the last two times, silly me
I guess I gotta give you
Part 3 of my confessions
Gave you buttered toast I
One, two, one, two '94
I'm on the set, freaks on the floor
Don't worry about my name, it's to long to remember
I could tell you now but we'd be here
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
ya heard?
High leathers, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird (oh)
Chickenheads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna f- now? (Now)
Now you
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
[Chorus]
Your life You gave for mine to save
Its nothing less than a miracle
Your name I praise, because the change
Inside of me is so beautiful
Thirteen times you fucked with my karma
And thirteen times I fucked on your dogma
You've taught me to hate
You've taught me to crawl
You raised
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
Stay strapped even in the vocal booth
Rob report, page 3-5-7
Ray hang 'em high, details at eleven
[Hook: x 2]
[Benzino]
Do you really want
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I
heaven down by the riverside
Now you're nothin' but a ghost
That still haunts my memory
And you're always waitin' there
When I go walkin' through my
& make somethin . ya know .-
If its one thing i know well is how to get my grind on .
24/7 erfectin' to keep the rhymes strong.
stackin' my paper. waitin'
good bottle, million dollar tunes
Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down
Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself
You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
Then one night I gave my
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
my third of eye
Hangin' with tha samurai
Ninja you been livin' on a lie
24/7 neva quit, like this
24/7 makin' hits, neva miss
3-6-5 in tha ride finna
the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but no (no, no)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turning and walking away, this ain't goin' work when
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean
The tables are turning the tempo
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