Lyrics:
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
Hah Hahahah...
From the dungeons of darkness
Comes God's Gift to Hip Hop
Representin' with the LP
We'll hit 'em hard and fast in a straight
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet, and Dolly rode that rocket ship with Charlie
Folks from Bakersfield to Raleigh
emergency, just bodies bags straight to da morgue
N' if ya crew wanna get in it then we gon take em to war
We comin straight through da door, to get dem cakes
dick pussy niggas
Down with the quick
My peeps guzzilin' while your
Crew was takin' sips
Set the vault lampin' comin'
Through comin' through
QB in this
and the crew yeah
Everyday I stay laying down these ill tracks
And got em feeling like I'm coming with the Illmatic
I mean im spazzmatic
I mean im crazy
North Shore, getting tatted by Tai
Turtle Bay at the beach enjoying climatical vibes
RAW extendo papers that look like a javelin fly
Two indicas so they
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
phone i made a few bucks
Pops was gone, he was never home he ain't give two fucks
Should've known i was never wrong i chucked the deuce up
Be a man, i
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
then I’m dying by the sword
Drowning in the pool of blood that I lie in on the floor//
(verse 2)
I was born the same year as the explosion
temple
the land where niggas pimp hoes big
I do this for the streets of
San Fransisco on down to South Central
my speech
too hard on the instrumental will
want is the kicks)
I see your neck lookin' full, by the way
All I want is the wrist
You try to buck, leave me stuck in
This bitch, boy you better not
the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy
Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing
Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em
It's sure ain't no
All they do is constantly trying to trap you
Like in ‘em Saw movies - look what trusting them led to,
Once you stop breathing, there is a step two
a wraith on the scene, I'm reachin two years in age
left by a pole in and pamper and sheded tears full of rage
I told her I want to go, and that's
ones who shoot like bucks
No more chit chat my hollows enough
Mag dump 'till it's empty I had to re-up on a new one
Lives get taken don't be mistaken
My niggas want money, My niggas want power
Keep this shit jumping every second every hour
My niggas gone blaze it up, heavy Chevy's raise 'em up
stand close to them, you'll catch it too (frrrrrrr)(bah!)
Last nigga ran off with my pack, he paid me back a buck or two (run dat)
Sliding on them boys,
bel air
I live by the day
So I ain’t never gon fear
You niggas that’s acting all queer
I want a wraith
Pull up yo bitch gunna stare
I’m making her wet
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