Lyrics:
institution welcome to school
Boutta spank yo ass like yo principal
You all my sons like I raised you
I'm in the sun look what them rays do
Competition gets
the scene, all you niggas gon' wanna be me
Been thuggin' since 3 for 10s, and dirt cheap Ballin' like it's college, can't let you niggas
Red shirt me I seen
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
KILLARMY - DAY ONE * LYRICS
* the album version is edited
[Intro: 9th Prince (P.R. Terrorist)]
(Eh-yo 9th, you sent that CREAM for me son?)
No
The Hot Spitta and the Birdman's son
Now shake, bounce, toss that ass like rover
Rock the boat, don't tip the boat over
All these house tryna play that
you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ?? to Eric the Wiz
Cavalier
Of course Cavalier, it's his album
[Name]
My man
a word) and all my groupies and dimes
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, son
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo
don't
Want to be near you
Don't want your snippets hate your
Album or your headshots
It's ED OG in the black-fitted Red Sox
Thuggin' the streets but you
before you today to bring you a sample of our work
An LP, if you will
The creation of this album sought to bring us closer together
To have all of us in
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
T mardi
Gras mask like in Face off
This Re-Up Gang movement it's the
Album of the year
Yeah they still push powder
Got talcum everywhere
My crooks, my
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
of Dolly
Dolly and Charlie got a son named Wally
And Wally got a girl by the name of Polly
Polly got a sister by the name of Molly
Molly and Polly got
they're getting their aim up
& it only takes (one)
Shot one kill
Red pill blue pill
I'm trying to figure out
Who's really ready to build
Let them tell it
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh
But on the real, I'm in album mode
Just dropped this freestyle before these files get old
When I
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
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