Lyrics:
[Manny Fresh]
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
hesitant for
Every cat that went in an accident
And seven o' clock time stands still for
Everyman killed by the planet's build
Consumed by the elements,
deep maybe 7 feet off the ground oh my god forgive me
i won't ask a second time
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
Alone in this world no middle ground either friend or foe pick your corner and wait for the bell learned my lesson the time before conditioned
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
walk by
Cause baby its true
I'm stuck in the middle of cloud nine
Cause baby it's you
The one that makes me fly
It's a mood when its beginning
Like
Though?
I said to Seven, "Richard Havens'll be the man"
So we put it together thinking Eminem was a gamble
Guess not, cause he be the guest spot
Kaliko
the middle of a tree
We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But there's still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
the bricks out with all of his might
He's making his way through little by little
One minute more and he'll get to the middle
He gets to the other side
the middle and then
"Hold up, wait a second, nigga, you gotta condom?"
Come on beautiful girl, of course, I've got protection
I stay with Magnums and I
Assay the line of heart and life
With pale waxing one is sure to die
Of the line middle and natural
Death stalks those who do not reach Moon's hill
the middle of a tree
We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But there's still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
check it
a hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
there's nothing i would love
at the Jazz Star, he really needs some guts
Playing from seven to midnight, surviving on peanuts
Selling records by the dozen
Probably sold his tenor
like sunshine
In summertime
When she comes out like sunshine
Yeah, you ever popped in a spot and ya jaw just dropped
In an eight second spread
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
aspirations
With total middle ground
Now I don't get it, I'm so upset it's
Cool time, pretending that I'm OK
Being Ruled out, by everybody who listens to me
But
Air-raid sirens sound
Extreme light never seen before
The huge fireball
Ten thousand degrees
A mushroom cloud
Arose in the sky
Seven seconds in hell
mouth?
Why can't we find the middle ground?
Why do we make this harder than it sounds?
Running round in circles
Hoping I'd bump into you
Only now that we
Radio, fuck you! Radio, fuck you!
Wait a second, you saying? ayy, ayy
Wait a second ayy, ayy
Is it radio fuck you? That's
What you say? Exactly
Not fuck
mold
Middle finger to the haters
And niggas that told (Fuck 'em)
Money over everything
That's the way that I roll (Ha)
I must have died and went
I fell over
I fell onto the ground
(Ooh) I wish I was sober
I can't get up off the ground, ground, ground, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
When I closed
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