Lyrics:
Katherine, take my hand
I've got three pounds and change
And I'll sing you songs of love again
And when I get too drunk to sing
We'll walk in the Irish
what
When situations get bad
When times get sad
Gotta keep yo mind up
Gotta keep ya grind up
From 99
Never let it behind
[verse 3:]
Just gotta
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
the same, for a senseless refugee
Quicka-ly get bout yo hog cause in the wind Fly must be
Now you not so cool to me, stranger changin' like the weather
Right
(Rodney O)
The bass that's in your face, sho' nuff shrugs your face
Just like you got sprayed by a can of mace
You see your speaker is movin,
get the boot
Size 10 to the chinny-chin-chin-a
And like that I had to do-koo-kin ya
So get ghost, adios, hit the roses
You been waved, my peace of mind
firecrackers, stackin' my foes like bricks,
Hoes on the mic like tricks,
Get 'em up hit 'em up, lit 'em up, I move too quick
Chorus:
y'all niggas ain't got no
Shut ya mouth get on the couch put this thug in you
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You said I'm too young look who sprung
This thug like a drug and I got you
and golden state warriors, that ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life, in a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get
heard it?a crying coming from a cardboard box. I was getting goose bumps. I grabbed Neina's hand. You know me I get all sappy and stuff when I watch those
breezies
Playboy, These techs spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
So if you ya mind on my money, I
Go meet Amy at the Dixie Dog
Get a #3 and a coke float
Mack the drag, then later on
We'll head down to the cove
Back up the pickup, right up
tryna save a bitch, pow right in the kisser)
We didn't drive by we walked him down, put him in a ditch
(It be like that 'cause he's a snitch, pow right
Scotty leaves for the club at a quarter to three
Skate boards warp speed script under his sleeve
Upper west, open mic, checks in with Heavy Harry
and throws up
Then cleans up the spill
Then she shakes it off and walks back out
"What can I get y'all?" Then she writes that down
Refills the water cups
Gannoe is bij me ben ready voor drie (mathafack)
Vroeger op chance in KIA (tss)
3Robimayne fack ik (ts)
Of hiya (hiya)
Amsterdam brakka's en oevoe's
And it's three o'clock in the morning
And I'm on the street again
I disobeyed another warning
I should've been in by ten
And I won't get out 'til Sunday
the mothafuckin' window (buh, buh, buh)
.556 for a couple of yo' kinfolk
Spilt the double cup in the back of the Benz-o
Three hundred black out, Max out (buh,
rewrote the rewrite
I sort of enjoyed it
I threw out the story
I'm meeting an agent
We'll all get together on Sunday
We're opening doors
I've never been out of Tulsa before
I wonder what it would be like
I've never known anybody to leave
Most people get stuck here for life
My brother
Just a southern man going to Wisconsin
To marry a Minnesota somebody
I'm getting cold feet and I fell asleep by a cabin
That sits on a frozen lake
Don't make a sound
Three times it could be denied
It's a suicide mission
That has us by the balls
Take the front and I'll take the back
A surprise
That's the reason to show love.
With a beast stop crying,
You can get on me to find it.
Lend a hand, help a friend.
What's the reason,
Tell me what be
to the O-G-O
The N-O-L to the O-G-O
The N-O-L to the O-G-O
The N-O-L to the O-G-O
JESSE:
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Three sides of the same
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