Lyrics:
Before the parade passes by
I'm gonna get in step while there's still time left
Before the parade passes by
Mrs. Levi, come along!
Cornelius
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese lion
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
in the face with a participation trophy
Plus I have zero doubts
That this whole world's 'bout
To turn into some girl scouts
That censorship
Kill and execute 'em
I blast first 'til they body me
Like my guns in variety
Runnin' wit' the real big willies you silly punks try to be
But front
And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again
(All I have in this world all I have in this world
All I have all I have all I have in this world
then the ball in the net (net, uh)
Bitch I'm the D, can't no offence dunk on me (me)
I'm Mr. Big Shot, these hoes get drunk off me (me)
I
I get it dirty and burn, ya just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt (world wide mob figgaz)
Sprint to the church thinkin'
a kiss,
A sigh is just a sigh;
The fundamental things apply,
As time goes by.
And when two lovers woo,
They still say, "I love you,"
On that
the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If
I get it dirty and burn, ya just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt (world wide mob figgaz)
Sprint to the church thinkin'
think I gotta say-ahh a lil' something
Lets keep it jumpin' playa (playa)
Ain't too many places that you know about
So everybody in the world, welcome
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
evening, Mr
Tiny Tim i'd like to ask him
To say a few words
Oh, hello to you nice Beatles ah
It's so wonderful
What a thrill it is talking here ah
In Mr
to howl ('cause your world is the same as mine)
Pour more blood in your cup
Take a sip full of sin and let your taste buds savor the buzz
The flavour
going through some things
He promised the world we living in was an act on abomination
And Demetrius was to blame
I knew you was conflicted by
That you're living in sin
Well, if grinnin' is a sin
That's the reason I'm here
Back with you, Mrs Blear
Sleep on, dear
Deep and easy, our night
slappin, folks are smokin dope
And doin my thing, I'm on the muthafuckin East coast
From Brooklawn to Q.B. they know me
Up in Harlem World they say Snoop
this world of lust that I have for you
It's true
I know I'll love you better
Now it's time to let this rhyme style
Get somewhat poured in
money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli
I got a closed circuit circus in my bedroom
And a world full of whackos in the wings
Get 'em Burt!
[Chorus]
world of lust that I have for you
It's true
I know I'll love you better
Now it's time to let this rhyme style
Get somewhat poured in the mold
it on
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world
quick
Punk Rock Ambulance!! the colonies sick,
Give him a brake, the terry struck, where the spector spits
burning pots n'pans up on the grass,
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