Lyrics:
Let ye cast no judgement upon thy neighbor
Before the beam of thy own eyes have been cleansed
In the wicked ways of the world
God gives
the bullshit Yu must prevent
This world (This world This World) can be everything Yu make it
Don't get cut short by niggas hating cuz Yu fakin
Be true too Yu
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'm
not come in on Monday nights
You're in for a real treat, ladies and gentlemen
Give it to Mr. Hall
Rip out my soul from the depths of my flesh
Deville on white walls
Niggas won't catch me slippin'
In that Wilshire district
Big prepared a nigga for shit like that
38 revolver iron out six pack
It's
Y’all sleep in y’all own world and I’m
Rollin rollin rollin I ain’t slept in weeks
Got a pistol by the bed only bout 6 feet
I been waking up from
me light one
Girls of different cultures chinese to the white ones
Home players, wild thing girl slayers
Cuties, big booties, big gave Coogies
the shadows that are bars in this cage
The world is a dark Welsh pit hole we're living in
Although we're living in - we're never giving in
Not distracted by
I was walking after dark under that Sauron-like eye
Constructed by this big town's Puritan mind
When I saw a little crack in the black of the sky
I suppose that your knowledge of the situation of my brethren
Is too extensive to need a recital here
Neither shall I presume to prescribe methods by
a lucid dream
With the muses playing theme music
On a super string watch me do my thing
When the hypodermic stings
I could intervene by turning Mr
Hyde
'cause I'm comin' for you
Cruisin' in the Bui' goin' 90 on the interstate
Trooper on the left when passin' by I met his dirty gaze
Hope he ain't be peakin'
Mr. Magic Man
Can I be there
To hold your hand
When the world
Forgets about you
I've seen it in your big brown eyes
That I'll be by your side until
All the money and fame, eight by tens
Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame
Collidin' with big names that could've made your career stop
All
we drown in
The truth is out there maybe that's just out there
What about death by wild bear haha
Pestilence that virus gets spread
The blackest plague
price of corn in Tokyo
Wild west neighborhood
It's quick draw credit cards
The world turns but in my heart
I'm ridin' down the range like a
Good, good,
our old hometown and family
Barely had a nickel to our name
We were out to win the world
Not once looking back or losing aim.
We hit the big town
From the violence that battered the world outside
As I stayed in my little box
I miss the simple times
When the world wasn't so big to me
And I didn't
Intro: yea yea, Mr Wise and Brady from the south
On da beat
Veres 1:
Just been Doin what I can. spen-ding big bucks
Hoping one day That I may catch
quick to duck it
Pass the blame
On to somebody else
Goes home for the day
Big house by himself
Some might feel sorry
But I just think fuck him
World Series that's the best one
The genius
Mr international oh my that's cold
$30 WalMart boots looking like Timbos
I'm never simple nor sensual
But
to frisk me
Cause if you find somethin
Say somethin
Your ass will go missin
Take em to deluz rivey
Bonsall bridgey
New world order
But not in the small villy
our time
Not even believing in the thoughts in our minds
Because the risk was too big to come by
But this is my life, worry about yours
Imma get mine,
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
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