Lyrics:
the One who molded and made us
Won't turn away from the grace he poured on the poorly pagans
Enduring pain for his haters not pouring flames on the traitors
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
jacket
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, ooh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which
Can’t Get Over You
Start from me, and work your way back
Start from here, where it all went off track
Let’s start with us talking about that
Then
the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga we got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by
I wanna get you to myself
You and me and nobody else
And do the things we do (come on)
Baby, there is something that I need from you (check it out,
got my hair in a pony tail
And by all mean
Trust me I can get 'em all
They say I stride like a model
Curves like a bottle
Watch me as I hit
and peace yeah?
Love and peace
Good yes ak, yes ak
Yo, yo
Yo
Comin' from the southside where the slang ghetto
I got a zebra in my house
They fought on sea, in dessert and snow
Couldn't be beat by Christian scum
Pagans awake! Our time will come!
The mystery of the endless hate
In our
Forced out by the angry Russians
The Germans killed twelve million by crushing
The UN sent them back where they came from
To fight outnumbered sixty
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe, kinda down or not
I'm rollin' with tha fool Crunchy and we got them Glocks
Backed up by the .45 and the .38
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
I wanna get you to myself
You and me and nobody else
And do the things we do (come on)
Baby, there is something that I need from you (check it out,
of mephistropheles
'cause once you start it's so very hard to cease
To say the least it's hard enough to keep it from increase
That's the box you can never close it
sweatsuit
Got a pocket full of them Benjies
I want a goose neck in the benzie
Still feel the pain from the cocaine frenzy
80s, 90s and 2Gs, knew I was too G
don't see black owned in the window
It's on fire, start here, end up over there
The smell of gun powder in the air
And just so we clear, this is pain
talkin' like a silent killer I'm Him Duncan
Hairline like manu I get it
I'll euro step in a minute
Shove you off like ray Allen and then the Chris's get
Are they living the dream?
Get to they office and that computer's drifting off
Until they spit start to drip from the screen
Travel light
Travel
or foe
The monts in my pocket sloppy joe
Christian Louboutin Spikes on my tippy toes
Break the wall like my name is Chris Jericho
Niggas my shooters have
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
has to do it by my way
let’s start the party move your body all the way I’m getting paid making money everyday
Uh, steady balling like we got no
now I'm trippin
On MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good
shot that ricochets
Start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
From my
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