Lyrics:
So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and
Straighten your
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
shit
You throw the dice
Now pay up bitch
The buck stops here pump your breaks quick
No fucks my dear now pay up bitch
(The Culprit Verse 1)
We got
Information, there'll be more and more
All through the Eighties
Will the man on the street finally know the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face
dropped
I'm on top like 'Fuck you, pay me"
And when I rock my jewels I don't use my AC
I get it down, get pounds of AZ
And get kilos of the COKE
No you
And of course, me and her, we broke up again
Brought it to an end she was never no more
No more break-up song and no back and forth
But you were unsure so you
knees
Yeah I gotta lot a drive but only need a couple cars
Yeah I been thru hell and I'm reminded by a couple scars
Share the type of truth with my guys
a filter everyday
Why
Cause that's the American way
Why we all caught up
Why we all fault up
Adding up the Bucks on the
click click movement
This ain't no
and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya
I'm Rosemary's baby
There's no more evil like me
'Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas
listens to the streets no more
Yesterday you had great expectations
Yet you work 15 hours a day now
For a harassing boss & minimal wage
And every day
masks on or
It's yet one more year where we won't have a con
To no one's surprise, the West Coast was on fire
And ten states away the smoke covered
Mobbing with the Click-Clack
Slide racks, ain't no wrist wraps
Pop caps when I spit facts
Pay the pig tax
Kitties all up in my crib takin' cat naps
make a lead way to the pay
Gotta stay in my grind and my digits
I been keepin' my mind off bitches
Ain’t no money when you in your feelings
Keep your
'em as the means to an end
I found calm in constant chaos
I'm gettin' high like it pays me it's no days off
Found peace in a constant state of panic
the age of 2, he’ll have more frequent fly miles than you
Try never spending a day in your life locked up in prison and still watch your child grow up
Hahaha
Let's get it
Uh
Mm mmm mm mm
L's
I ain't playing no fucking more
L's
Heard a nigga tryna diss fuck is niggas talking about
I Think that's
Stop playing these games I'm tired as hell
Everything I did by myself by myself
Please leave me alone I need no help
Need no help
You ain't got no
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
getting better and better I know this don't come free
But I'm ready to pay no matter what is the fee
I know the reaper close by still looking for me
Until
a pheonix
If you wanna kill me bitch you better plan it like Venus
On bro bitch I'll do you like a remus
I wave you get wet but hell no you ain't seasick
fucking day I won't let it
Race out of hell no shit
Race out of hell in a Ferrari oh shit
Keep it on menace I have been training oh shit
I know the moves I
You're at my throat, what the hell do you want from me?
A living nightmare without means to an end
You're in my blood, no escape, hell eternally
got it stolen, by this lil bitch
And she sold it for yay
I don't fuck wit that nigga no more
Cuz he still ain't pay that money back
Nigga up too this
myself by my own hand only
Try to be this and you ain’t never
Probably do the video games and slaying
Them thangs and probably got
All mechanics in every
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