Lyrics:
fault at all. Nor is it his fault that he will die. He will die because he had the poor sense to be invented by me. He doesn't deserve to die. He is
don't get ya brother put ya mother on the check list
Im reckless playing with springz is like a death wish
Everybody live by the gun till they die by it
whut?
I love to kiss on the bitches with bad breath
And choke them by the neck while I just fuck her to death
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
Now tell me do you
chest
Then swear you're mediocre
Like you're copying the rest
And yet (Sheesh)
I don't wanna be the best
Just give me love and honesty
Then you can have
elite lives
Don't look away
Twice for the malice bringing them all
To their knees
Those puppeteers
Now laugh at thee
Twice for the ballad of tortured
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy, your enemy
Your enemy so you wanna play with magic
Boy, you should know
to see you here again!!!
I hope you'll be despised by your heritage!!!
I don't want to stay here anymore!!!
I will take my last weird pill!!!
You'd like
Punch me in the face and
Jerk me off
That's just the way I want it
Live a little
Laugh a little
Love a little bit
Work until you die
Cuz when you die
I just popped off like wasabi
Feeling like I popped a wheelie on a Kawasaki
Niggas steady hating on the low but they can’t stop me
First they laugh
Gotta strike me dead
If I let them swing me around
On a tune or live on a set
If I let them swing me around
Gotta strike me dead
If I let them swing
Banarocko
Ohhh no
They don't wanna know
If am falling or not
They just wanna stay
On the group till they see me fall
Ohhh no I will not
They don't
there telling me dont give it up
I dont got the time
But there telling me live it up
I dont got the time
No
I dont got the time
No
I dont got the time
coughin', chiefin', blowin' heavy holy dope
Playa fuckin' blessed by that funk, crunk by onion weed
Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly 'til you snort
They end up dead or somewhere in lock up
Where somebody will break em off something proper
And we don't talk to police
That's the number one rule
I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
I got one
niggas
Forgive me for my sins just shot another nigga
I’m playing for keeps you prayin you live another week
Rapid Way To Get You murked by playing wit me
doing, well, it's suspect
Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money
America's five centuries deep in cotton money
You see a lot of brothers
Hello!
I have an almost pathological need to be liked
I don’t know
Why
Every romance I’ve had ended tragically
Lifes fucked man, I come by sadness
think about
Just want him to live laugh and love
Wit nothin to think about
Wanna do that shit you see on tv or you dream about
I just wanna feel Alive
and will be the judge of all condemnation that seeks and lurks your future
This is not a prediction
Nor a fortune from a teller
This is me sentencing your
of God they weep in
Sorrow, we watch the smoke rise live on t'
Morrow, I'm surrounded by snakes they shed their rotten skin, see the coward within
I'm
Yo, now when you hear the name Keith Murray, don't think violence
That's nonsense, me and Meth put that to silence
I'm a product of the streets,
a day
You can't help but cry
You don't want to die
You just want to laugh
You just want to live
Please give me the chance cuz
I want to give you the world
from a man another day of silent suffer
Always live your best life because you will never live another
Be the man I always was that’s a bad
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