Lyrics:
, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy get fucked and take two to your head
I'm Bushwick
You know, we keep it crunk around here, A-town style
Getting head on the highway,s yeah, but this what I wanna know
Do you really wanna know about
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Big Moe]
It's them boys off that Long Drive
That nigga D-Mo
[Verse 2: D-Mo]
Getting crunk on tha real-a
I'm a nigga be smoking that killa
Because we
Standin out in the track with a bumma hard
Bummin weed into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
has monkey face, in the south east the head of Parasurama
In the south the head of Narasimha, in the south west is Ganapathi
In the west is the head
of verse two
Like there wasn't no one else in the room, we were singin'
"Heads Carolina, tails California"
Maybe she'd fall for a boy from South Georgia
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For 20s down South
Packed up my tools
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
bags, it's time to move on
Chorus x2
Even though when the sun comes out
I won't dry up all the rain
I understand broken promises get broken again
These niggas ain't feelin us
It's the best kept secret, baby
Down south
We got women on the beach
Swerve on streets
Players ridin drop
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
from a lover
Beside my brother
S-see-O-T
I just laughed
'Cause no one can defeat me
This selection number two
Is "My Philosophy"
Number one
to south alive
I looked back up at the youth
He took out a knife and was surrounded by
What could've been ten or a thousand guys either way
We're out
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose
recognized as the true government of the state.” (Course Packet, 142) Which furthers Lincoln’s idea to radically reform the American South by force. When
should do next baby
Swinging by your house and close the door behind you
Now take that cute blouse down away from me!
Head south
Now you do it
You're
gonna tell us where we are
South by south west
Two miles from town
I can't get out
I can't look down
If you can hear
If you're around
I'm over
on you-you-you,
Make a sound, or two just like...
So sweet like honey, so funny,
But a hardbody on the outside, Mike, and Ike
It's hot outside, in a minute it's
adrift
washed ashore their bodies
consumed by nothingness
One by one and two by two
They follow
One by one and two by two
They swallow
One by one and two
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