Lyrics:
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you're doomed when you step in the room
I'll
you joker
Till I punch you in your face
And move your back tooth over
I'll knock 'em down your throat
You gag, you choke up
Then I bet by the time your
Cause sometimes I don't wanna be myself, self, self
And I just think I need a little help
Sometimes I feel like I am by myself
You say that we should
this way
Plagued by the bastards
I will kill you
Killed by my rage
Scream at my face
The grisly scars went unavenged
Until now
Deep in the hole
You are
First off, I want to say you made it
You made it by waking up this morning
You made it by grinding each and every day
You made it by loving yourself
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
big smirk on her face
And I thought, "Oh no"
And she sucker punched Debbie
Knocked her ass down to the ground
And spit in her face and walked back
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
written on an album sleeve
She can tell you who's hot
Who will make it and who will not
She loves to hear the music
She's got every lyric down
She loves
is
When you keep on diminishing art and
Not respecting the craft and
Smacking people in the face after
They deliver monumental feats of music
You're
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
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Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch
A bitch that
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fashion week, they sat me next to your lame ass, I was truly mad (what?)
All I kept thinkin' 'bout was breakin' your face, but I gave
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on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack
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