Lyrics:
And Daddy and Hubby
But music
Women mixed with family's ugly
I know and you know
That hell will be
Hot for a nigga's infidelity
But until then
God forgive me
I've done
Without you
Thought that I could belong
Never thought that you could be so cruel
All you need is some friends
Won't be by yourself
Let's go
team
All the OGs they done left the scene
Young nigga like 16 Glock with a beam he'll been runnin things
Got the playground locked down weed by the slide
the midst of all your misery nigga
Stay fly never let em see you frown
Even smile when you down
Shit, I floss on my off days
Fuck what they all say
Niggas
feathers
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Coming to America, really the set
I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
All my cold Decembers, I
one to blame, I'm ashamed I let Nas down
But this is God's plan, you could never understand, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your
murdering beast?)
Leave me alone, forget all you've seen (hunt down this animal, who runs to ground)
Go now, don't let them find you! (Revenge for Piangi,
y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's
In
America gone plastic
And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old
Slim Shady (I'm back)
I'm back (I'm back) (Slim Shady) I'm back
I murder a rhyme one word at a time
You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine
blasted, surrounded by niggas in masks
Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass
Will I last? heaven or hell? freedom or jail?
Shit's hard, who can
who've let us down. You know what I'm talking about; At the very first sign of trouble, they're nowhere to be found. Well, Jesus stays when others go;
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
Thought that I couldn't belong
Never thought that you could be so cruel
All you need is some friends
Won't be by yourself
Let's go round and round
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
but it's still Eastside
Homicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rapping much
It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strapping up
Hell motherfucking
It's crazy niggas wanna kill me, we was cool first
And when it comes to friends you can't let 'em too close
That's why they call 'em close friends
Thought that I couldn't belong
Never thought that you could be so cruel
All you need is some friends
Won't be by yourself
Let's go round and round
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
? Two-three-four.?
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the coppers
So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
You'll never get out
(woo)
I never been this happy before, this a different smile
Hey, yeah, this that barbecue music
Life is a blessing and a curse depending how you use
the coppers
So you you want out of the ghetto
First the political prisoners must be let go
And you must let go of your power master
You'll never get out
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