Lyrics:
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
to each one suckered in or rather lured by each lyric
contoured to thee com-plexity of "n-o-va-shun" I,"nn-o-v-a-shun"
bi-coastal vernacular enables
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
have you stressin using Rogaine
Didn't chill wit her
Deal wit her
Nina had to get ill wit her
Trick tried to kill Mrs. N9ne
So I had to hit her wit
by radio station
君のgeneration guns and roses
時代性 hip rhyme
移り気な music style
Everybody wanna twist and shout
Everyone,everyone Good people...
Good
I'm protecting the merch
Trap house if you ready sign up for work
100 if you fronted have my bread by the first
That's a bad bitch n I like her
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
enough
Fuck 'em
Look in my face, my eyes red as blood
It's nothin'
Mr nickels ain't known for lettin' up
So cuff 'em
You think this champagne I'm spillin'
Gemini
I’m a two-faced, street rat, son of a gun
never know who you’re gonna get
Sunday’s tough after Saturday nights
When I’m praying
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
blastin' tunes
CD skipin' as i pass every crack on the concrete
I see a rose grow next to a gun shell
Back to cause trouble so it seems
I'll be here on this
of tha young folk
Yo simity Sam
It gettin gun hoe
Nicca bank account got one 0
He could snort lines wit his dick
N wont cum dope
They stringin' you
asleep by now, But if
You miss that bus to dream town
Never worry another one is on it's way
I want you to think of
A tranquilizer gun being shot
At you
and raised by Nas
Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns
I found my own lane meet Mr Folarin
No one responded
He drew his gun
MORGcN
Now, rope the rowboat to the ship
CHORUS
Stay sharp
MORGcN
Let's see if anybody's home
CHORUS
Stay sharp
song by Guns N' Roses
I dunno
But I give in
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
holidays
Malu amalu n'ife nwoke n'acho bu ka obute the money everyday by day
Rose mother eshi thinker we go give dem ginger
Back then we no see love but
[Interlude - Mr. Porter]
Now ohh
N-N-Now ohhN-N-Now ohh
N-N-Now ohh, nana
[Royce Da 5'9" - talking over Interlude]
You are now dealin with the biggest
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