Lyrics:
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
This entire place was made for you
Every time I send you back, every life you live, you grow
And mature and understand the grand meaning behind all
know
College, no
A lot more damage than my job can show
Got to get in line, standin' heel to toe
A hundred grand in my hand just to blow, woah
Let's get
some one tiny flaw in his grand design
I'm sure the one who made the sunsets and the seasons
Had a real good reason for the pain of love
Though I
lovely for words.
Maybe it's more than the earth
Shiny in silvery blue.
Maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
Has something to do with you!
to your face,
But I still got a few more things to say.
I made a list of the reasons I loved ya,
And all of the shit that you did that was wrong,
The bad
fifty grand…
Yup.
Minimal ask,
Fifty grand for twenty percent of the company…
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question
way
I'm all for being independent
But just because I ask for something are you gonna lend it?
For those of you who don't it's mad kudos
You could be out
The rollers gave chase at a serious speed, one more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real, it was no La-Di-Da-Di
'Cause the boys had to pin
Now i don't even mess with you grand standers
To me that false shit is worse than fake blam blammers
Claimin 8 hammers but you ain't never touched
lovely for words.
Maybe it's more than the earth
Shiny in silvery blue.
Maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
Has something to do with you!
I am
Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth sexy lover more FRESH than others
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause
mad
I'ma swang wide and I'ma hop in they grass
And the yo it I ain't for it, better ask that boy daz
One thing you never fuck with is my blood or my
I am the Grand Wizard Man
Born hard leader of the Ku Klux Klan
I am the Grand Wizard Man
Looking for a reason not to shoot you in your head
I am
quarters,
Movin' tapes like K across every border.
Takin' over your brain, causin' addiction like 'caine,
More deadly than a grand shot of Heroine in
gotta hustle more
No let another person
Hustle hustle hustle more
Hustle hustle hustle hustle more
No give excuse for reason why you no fit hustle more
lovely for words.
Maybe it's more than the earth
Shiny in silvery blue.
Maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
Has something to do with you!
don't ask for more
I'm wasting my time, I'm wasting my time
You can't stop the feeling, there is no reason
Let's make the call and take it all
I'm
brothers better move on
You brought your wack style, from Trader Horn
Grand Puba Maxwell, not on the Hollywood tip
Here comes a brother more than *2 Legit
to the fight
His eyes are open, his mind is clear
He only fights, for the right reasons
When Dakness falls, he'll always be there!
To push them back, through all
Superman wouldn't change in a phone booth for Stan
I'm a brand new being like Grand Puba's band
Happy as Anderson Cooper having a tuba crammed
In his
far
So we never look back
Pain is a vision
And you never had that
No sleep for a week
Turned our dreams into facts
Ask Rhys what we seen
Our
lovely for words.
Maybe it's more than the earth
Shiny in silvery blue.
Maybe the reason I'm feeling this way
Has something to do with you!
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