Lyrics:
Your accountant called this morning
There was springtime in his heart
He couldn't wait to tell me
How he'd pulled our lives apart
And the letter
we can hold them back
Then we'll be number one
We have the final lap
The jump will be reveresed
Just play the second half
The way we played the first
your address, Sue
And I was hopin' that maybe
You could love me, too
I'm gonna wait in the shadows
For you to come by
I'm gonna wait in
cant see B.I.G. wit telepathy
the recipe of picture hardcore wit a gun
pimpin aint easy but it's always fun
when I bust my nut
I bust em one by one
so
don't give a damn
Oh it's your world and they're all just living in it
Twenty something for a minute
Thirty something
You don't wait to call her
when I begin
We don't have to be validated
With love we'll always make it
No I can't imagine not having you by my side
Everything you are and all you do
I'll tell you where to go
I'll sell you a map to find the faces that you know
Oh, but for now I'll just be at this all night show
Oh, yes, tonight
the half 'til they cracked in two
So-called beef with who? Wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two
Now them a chat pon interviews (interviews,
way
See, I've been watching you for awhile, now
And I just gotta let'cha know
That I'm really feeling your style
Cuz I had to know your name, babe
And I don't know where you went, when you left me but
Says here in the water, you must be gone by now
I can tell somehow
One hand on the trigger
crook
Rule number one: get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove comparment
cause jackers (yo) they love to start shit
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
will be
A place where you will wait for my servant Ananias
He will open up your eyes, you'll be a witness unto me
So now I live to serve my master
know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with
line.
For external use only.
Inspected by number 29.
Curb your dog.
Keep away from heat.
Do not remove this tag
Under penalty of law, my sweet!
let it be
You called his name out in your sleep
You're doing things so suspiciously
And I think that you're using me, yeah
Don't hang on me for
all up under your bed
If you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber
The fbi gonna get your number
The fbi
Gonna get your number
The fbi
Gonna
and three nobody remembers (ayy)
What does it take to be, number one?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy?
Move it all
the warfare is limited, the
Perpetuation of militarism) or else one
Supranational totalitarianism
Called into existence by the
Social chaos resulting
want to chop your cherry tree, I can't tell a lie
Somethings on the rise, what a surprise
I called up the homies and said, "Let's go the spot!"
Where
is Tuesday night I'm bowlin'
If you've got somethin' to sell your wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'
If it's anybody else wait for the tone you know
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
around, let the day go by
Can't sit around ,let opps take your spot
Eat your food, fuck your wife, look down and say fuck your life
If you been down you
for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you
I took the family balalaika
The strings would
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