Lyrics:
that man?
c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me
Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!)
They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
Said the monkey of the three wise bums
Toting Mezzrow and up to the innocent
But he's seen what jammings been done
And they're selling tickets
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null
the isolated ones
We're gonna run, run, run, get my loaded gun
Bel Air mannequin's too good for me
It walked by as if I was a bum kicking
My can across
there's this friend of mine -- he's always by my side
He gives me a place to go when things get bleak
He's always there for me ... He rubs my eyes for me
class no more."
What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass
What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum,
human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive
Die by fire, painful death,
These bum crews runnin' around ravin' with they one twos
So act like you want it with that babble you call rap dukes
I brings it to your grill while
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
of my cologne
You took my durag and it's right there by your comb
You in the mirror dancing naked to my song
Take a pic and upload it and they say
Gangsters im Unterhemd, der Bulle rennt, guck, er rennt
Drive-By vom Benz aus, deine Gang bang ich auch
Ich nehm die kugelsichere Weste und die Panzerfaust
I sell them bums a scrap verse that's so-so nice
Ya get what ya pays for, raps for the low-low price
Vik roll for dolo, chuck the dice
And force
Bratan, rede nicht so viel, weil ich dich sofort bums (uff)
Links rechts Kombos, links rechts Kopfnuss (Kuku)
Was für Vorschuss, ich zahl' mit
drive-by, they in slow-mo, I just walk up
Nigga, I'ma make sure those crackers don't find you, call it chalk dust
Yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain't
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