Lyrics:
your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11, MC's subtract by seven
Callin' callin' for the reverand,
is in the pudding
I'm pressed up and labeled Evidence
But never chasing fame, dragons, chicks, or dead presidents
Dreams, but never snatch chains
All that shit be dead
Jack of all trades
Shoot da choppa, den I buss the FN
Feel just like I'm Diddy, big Noe, want that 5.7
All my niggas 9 deep inna
momma
Like they momma so that'll kinda fuck her up
Low key, them collared shirts got a button up
You say he got a lot of
Blow he better button up
100
of the illegal use of firearm
He could be sent back to prison for a year if the board of prisons
Determine that the lyrics on the album promoted a gang related
is looking for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, hope you do not slip
Seven, eight, better pray up late
Nine, ten, cause he's coming
Ever since this world of ours began, man's been killing all his fellow men
Cursing and swearing, and threatening the other side
As he waves back with
gear
And laughed at your stale tears
That posed as laugh
You ain't fuckin' T-Rex
He's dead you twat
So is Otis
Funny how once you're through
paralyzed but he could've been dead though
He on his bed yo, prayin' to God
If he survives that he promise to stay on His side
Whose side are you leanin' on?
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
devoured by rodents-
Alive!...the pain....so extreme
The king he throws back his head
he's so glad neither are dead
Removes the half man from the wall
of a hundred research sites:
c mother and a cub in the early evening light, They walked right by,
Seemingly healthy, heading north
We scrambled a drone, jumped
Albuterol
I need one game fuck a seven series
Sittin' in the back, chauffeur driving seven series
96 Tupac gone, two years later he reborn
Asto in the kitchen
The dwarf
Poor Mr Plum grew sick and cold with envy
With envy
Till one night the moon in his head
Moaning in secret
He wished his son dead
A roar of wrath
He
damn near all day
He say that he finna kill me, that's what they all say
Catch his ass, by his front door up in the hallway
Robberies and dead
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
standin' side by side
And they were all singin' along to "We don't die"
And the fire was burnin' strong, using heads for his bongs
He was the king
by the arm and said
dont look now mommas got her boobs out
showin every body in town
our faces turning red
we were wishing we were dead
there were
kid
You don't wanna take a fall like he did
Or she did or they did, or how others did
So don't sweat the lifestyle of another kid
Get yours by achieving
face
and as far for feds, they gon have to get me at the top
when you see me, you betta ride if you got the drop
cuz i stay wit the magnum, the 3-5-7
like forty fiends on seven day ventures
Comin with my family offend the great beginners
The slender of a never ending back bender
My agenda
by the houms o' Yarrow,
There he saw nine armed men Came to fight with him on Yarrow. There's nine o' you, there's one o' me, It's an unequal marrow,
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
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