Lyrics:
whine
That back fine, we can do rounds call this shit "Fight Night"
Fine dine, after the meal she sippin' white win
Let us take a picture get
me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they
Take a leaf out of Peter Pan's manual
Keep our attitude can-do
When it's cold, light a candle
Imagine you, dance by the sand like Duran Duran do
She wanna mess 'round
But she don't want to get let down
Stretched out on my bed, be my guest now
Tell me, would you love me less now
You're well aware
Do you remember what your daddy used to tell you
About the so called nice boys that keep on coming 'round
He said they'll let you down
At 21 I bet
be alone now
Everybody just go on now
I pulled up flexin'
20 on a necklace
Youngin got bread but a nigga still stressin'
Did it by myself bitch i
shes trouble.But what else can he do
shes got him round his finger.
With her different points of view
She can dance away her troubles.Shes danced into
a cutie pie, this the soundtrack to Cooley High
I grew up 'round some niggas who were quick to let that Uzi fly
With more guns than that movie guy
And my
a slut
You never had a spot, never held it down
Never had a Glock and you never loaded rounds
You never went to work with a nigga like me
You never had
never sleeping
They prep in the week and they round up they boys
And they tackle it once it's the weekend
They hop in the whip and my mind is a ship
I
been here much too long
Don't know why I'm hangin round
Guess that I've been dreamin
This town is just too small
And there's not that much to do
I
dernier round
Mon entourage me répétait ça sert à rien de presser
Les chaînes de TV t'attendent autant qu'Elvis Presley
Ils ont comparé ma Sexion aux
Conrazon de melao melao melao
Emmanuel knows she's trouble
But what else can he do
She's got him 'round his finger
With her different points of view
She can
I made it cause the leash it only goes so for
Long islands in my system I felt like Sonny liston
By the second round I was going to town and she was
She said, she said
'You don't know shit,
Because you've never been there'
She turned upon him,
Took him by the hair
Spun him round about,
windows
I'm not sure whether to cry or should I laugh
You see I broke a home up myself once when I stumbled to that door
I read that note by the dawns
family now
And they get down, there's no lace wearing their browns
Went from spitting hot lyrics, to spitting a round
And yo I promise not to act
they're limiting the sky
I break orbit by habit
I ignite satellites and leave rings round the planets
A flying ace like that beagle
Nevertheless this
In this great city, you don't hear church bells ring
Everybody dances, but nobody sings
And in the winter, there's never snow on the round
As I look
Late at night I switch on my radio
I sing myself a lullaby
I close my eyes and wait
Till the wind blows round the corner
Bringing back
By the garbage cans the sits
In her hands she holds a plastic bag
She borrowed from the supermarket
Her eyes starring holes into the night
Open
Of course there is no way to possibly cover all the people that make the Juggalo work go round
This is just the tip of iceberg
Muthafacko dot com
Bizzare
I stare at fading visions now much fainter than before
Of the faces gathered round me and the clock upon my wall
My loved-ones stand in mourning
away
If your torn, then I'll be torn with you
If you fall, then I'll fall right by your side
When your done and your loosing sight
And your lost
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