Lyrics:
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas
I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas
I'm bumpin' Slaughter Gang, 21, back when I was 21
Drive-bys
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
chance
I will not fight alone this time
Your fuckin' size don't scare us at all
I will not fight alone
Try now your stupid, cheap tricks
This time we play
A devil chewing sticky bones
A cheap trick, licking her lips
So I took my six strings and shot from the hip
‘cos down in Union Town
Better get ready
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
off like
You don't know how, wow!
Shoulda listened what
The grim reaper said
You're all cheap tricks past the hay flick
This ain't The Matrix, you're
The phone rings, another intrigue
You try to get to me go downtown
You can't trick me into sleeping
With the gutter punks on the ground
So now why am
help?" it
Seemed like a trick question her
Voice was deep and throaty like something
Was caught in it "Oh dear
" Ivo said to himself he
Was tempted
You say to me I'm guilty
for things I've never done
I'll try to show resistance
I'm out to prove you wrong
I hate your accusations
your cheap
Driving through the abyss in my beat up car
Ash on my seats and smoky fun
Fooled by tricks only "the police" don't know
Cracking up heads and losing
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go
Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat
Right wing
on a dick ayy, ayy
Now that's a magic trick ayy, ayy
Shawty she a trip ayy, ayy
She know that she the shit ayy, ayy
She do a split on a dick ayy, ayy
Now
Mystification keeps me in the business
Prestidigitation's cheap
Pulling a rabbit, everybody claps but
It's getting hard to sleep
Sick of my own
Kick!
The spirit kicks,
But the moonshine plays cheap tricks.
Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town,
Scaring the oldies into their
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
out on the street in a raincoat
She never needed a license
She was one step ahead of a new thing
Both feet planted over the fine line
In a cheap
a friend of my old man
He came by every couple of months or so
With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash
Have a couple of drinks and he would go
He
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
love
Or if the trick is cheap
And if you took your drug
And if you're deep enough asleep
In the sanatorium
I've booked a private room
Where you
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
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