Lyrics:
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
way!
Today is the day,
You don't give a damn,
‘bout what they say,
cnd wear your crown like you mean it,
Don't let them demean it by no means!
We don't
cheek
We are what we eat
The weak have such tender meat
Tonight we feast
Welcome nuclear winter
Hibernation in humanity's splinters
Broken by its own
Kitty Kitty
Some call 'em gatos
Bitch I'm lookin' fly
Yeah, check out my zapatos
If you got beef
We can eat it like a nacho
Went to the club
And this
much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour
Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique
Get to the beat, loosen up, it's the streets
In
don't know DJ Marc B?)
(Gangsta)
But yeah, the sauce
The sauce is always here
It's where I'll be
24hrs
(Ooh, DJ Marc B)
Matter of fact, what time
black mark upon my resume,
I found selling off what you don't own might earn you the time of day.
Next it was a letter from my darling one,
"what's
believe me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it
don't be prejudiced, if not we don't eat
You know what that mean, shut up Hud, keep drivin' the jeep
We got about ten miles, we don' did ten states
when we go into battle
We come out, or don't come out at all
Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force
Blast you
me, a fly MC
Don't never have to bite, we're always right
I have the freshest rhymes that I do recite
And after that, and you know it's true
Well,
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
alone
自分を押し殺すより
冷たい目で見られても
I don't care about it
貫き通した方が
昨日よりはだいぶマシなはず
yeah hell yeah
Hold me tight! When my saying
or act ain't right
My insecurity
what you just did
It's like an accident
Ain't nobody asked for this
And dammit
I stand damaged
No coverage
No DJ mustered the courage
To butter her
See i don't care all what you say to me
Everytime is not all about fine boy you know
Emi ti mo ti smart
Ti mo tun ti ja
Always keep it cool yunno
Am
hit tha flo'
I'm out here spending all this paper
Bustin' cigarillos down
I blow it by the acre
If you lookin' this good
Well shit I wanna meet
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you hustle for the bag that's fine by me
Yeah, don't you ever try to deny me, yeah
Shoutout my boy Connor, he just turned
Couple might gon' slip away, but it's how far you let 'em run
I'm a threat up in these streets, I been on both sides of the gun
These niggas talk about
When we talking beef we bring it all in
Shooters like Black Motion always carry drums on them
You know you need a squat when you're balling
Always up
pussytit
Hell yeah
It's my body and my right to choose
Oh by the way, I'm pro-choice, too
Can't play that game on me like you do
Don't force that jab, I
of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank
window
And I yelled at you
And you waved back too
That's when I knew
I will eat rice, I will eat beans
If it means that I get to be your queen
We're rich
Grillz)
Fuck with me, baby (haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(DJ Drama) Montana
Check the penthouse, word to Dyckman, you ain't see
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