Lyrics:
somethin
And break your punk ass down just like you stole somethin
When I rock with Chubb you block show me love
Nigga what, want beef, we drawin first
sick and tired of having to do without
Damn, what up with all these questions?
You act as though you know something I don't
Do you have any
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
But this ain't the cinemas of "Tales From the Darkside",
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come....
My DJ
Digga now, c'mon
Check it, huh
[Busta Rhymes]
If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne
See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home
'til I lead with the search
Until the oceans split and the bush was lit
Until I'm sitting by a cliff straight rolling up a spliff
Until I can't rock no
know what I'm headed for (ha)
We 'bout to feed these youngin's to the metaverse
Meanwhile I'm over here just tryna pen a verse
'Cause I'm done bein'
brain
I know what's on her mind now
Dealin' with a lame
But he don't gotta find out!
I'm outside by the car with
The tennis shoes laced up
Mirror for
that works with me he's so damn lazy
Sit's around all day drinks coffee and tea
He expects all the work to be done by me
And sometimes I wonder what they
bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying,
instead
What have we done here
What have we done here
What have we done here
oh no no no
What have we done here
What have we done here
oh no no no
What have
to have in memory of you
Because I'm losing my friend.
Memories that they never tell
You can't justify the means within,
To make decisions for my own
tellin' you pass me the rock, now I'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do
My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask
I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, 'cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
You know how this street shit go
What y'all niggas expect from me? It was destiny
I grinded accessibly, put rocks
the ones I'm referring to
Money is like a job you don't even have to do
Around fifty dollars is what we made after working like animals in a zoo
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
In the face of desperation, the scattered voices of many are heard by none
And we have long since passed the point when something must be done
So
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All-day demonstration beat conversation
Ain't no funk
rocks in flip flops
And I produced the track
So you don't have to ask who it is when this shit knocks (Turn up!)
So bring clairvoyance to this bangin
'til the spark ignites
If you're an aspiring artist and you want to write
What's stopping you, I think it's your time to rock the mic
Laying
No need to find forgiveness, what more could you have done
Gaze upon
Who you've become
The past will fade to dust
Time will heal
The scars within
Your
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