Lyrics:
the characters no longer alive
They're all dead
Six is for Goneril
Who will not go to heaven
Edgar killed is brother Edmund
Bringing us to seven
The rescue
He was a canvas-back'd scatterbrain from Jazz Street
He had a '65 Chevy and and a surfer shirt full a-parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
best to behave
I'm seven dollars a record makin heftier pay
Can you realize platinum artist buck by buck, is that what you say?
200 thousand sold
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
the digits
He came by said "he's proud of me"
I said "proud of us nigga, we Tha Ali"
"But you got that C for Tha Cree
Look here, listen E, I don't have it
And the strange way he does the Freak
He said, "Where I come from it's not called the 'Freak'
It's the Transylvanian Boogie, seven days a week"
I didn't get
My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw
And since I wanted to draw, I used to read 'em in awe
Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked
I'm around
Like anna nicole cause an estate you be found
You don't have any hope with
Your face in the ground kill an mc
How do I know that he's dead
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (yeah)
In
"Well maybe he's inside the earth"
I, I love you
What makes it harder through the fights
Is that you'll always be by my side
Even when the day turns night
livin', love you when you're dead
He just a mad rapper, he ain't blew yet
The streets don't feel him, I ain't have to go through that
I'm on fire in
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again
Pirahna niggas bite dick, yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist
Die, under my throne
Servant, of all my thoughts
Wait, for the ones you have lost
Sacrifice, but at what cost
Now, come at my side, give me your life
did and do shit that's better than new shit (what)
Fit for two clips (what)
The kid is a nuisance (yeah)
Aw man, he's inspired by his own gangsta
down
Brodie say, yeah, he smoking sevens, all touchdowns
If the drink ain't from brodie, gettin' flushed down
Opps say, yeah we raisin' hell, man, cut
entirely fitting for the gods to love
and to be loved by you.
MELIA:
Divine Power! Behold your servant, who offers
her heart to you in the name of her
i buy it at
I say I got it from the plug but you'll never find him
He try to run off onna gang these bullets right behind em
I'm not a 7.62 god I got
All day in the car wearing icy cheeks
It breaks their hearts every time he leaves
He breaks apart in the driving seat
She aches, her heart, every
threatened destruction
Or sell her by auction
Would Hobbs, John Hobbs
He's sell her by auction , would Hobbs
""Who'll buy a wife?"", said Hobbs, John Hobbs
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
C-Low shit
He gon' die by a poke
Gah, 40's in, now that shit hit a mil
Don't forget about dead ops
Nigga, Doug, he ain't go to election
Sprint through
Three gangs of Finn at a hill they stopped
met three cavaliers there one the top
they where accompanied by a tracking dog
he had very strange colours
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