Lyrics:
Warning!
Your sound card has been infiltrated
By an elite computer hacker
And world-famous bad boy named Arison Cain
He has taken complete
Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our mothafuckin' crew
Shot forty one only hit nineteen
They need target practice, that's what
re-runs trying to reach us
Wheres our freedoms
Treat us like Jesus for having ideas Run by a machine, a programmed dream.
Seems we're seen through a screen
matic anno standard
Badman never drop guard
From you see me you know seh man a top dawg
Couple bad gal deh ya couple bad charge
Whe operate the machine
knew what songs to sing
And he said, "try not to get upset
Let it all go by
Because how can it be that bad
If we're all gonna die?"
So I started
Machine!
My big brother Infamous
Sticks Malone, what up homie?
We workin' nigga! (Trapaholics mixtapes)
I feel free
I'm rollin' with my niggas and we
In town again
It drives you around the bend
You're running late
You're always running late
Hangover blues
Nothing but bad news
When you've had a few
ain't what you want lil' dawg, this shit bad
Fresh out of the coma, already grinnin' like he ain't have enough
Fresh outta prison, already winnin', I
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
Like a bad dream
On the 4th of July
You promised me
A good time
Stills of us
Stand side by side
It was so long ago
If you could say
My name
Make
time we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a 'feign (Unn)
Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine
shot
to where you are
bad vibes and love on the side
the maitre'd would help confide
mirrors are hard to come by
when eyes are closed
and hands are tied
She's a machine gun.
Watch her as she walks by.
It's never been seen or done.
She's got machine gun eyes.
She has seen many come and go.
She has
count them by the pound
I was broke as a joke
But guess who's laughing now
Fuck a money machine, I'm a money machine
All my niggas they get it
Yeah
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
never forget or look back
Like a crazy machine always kicking my ass
Dare to see the world through my eyes
It's not so bad, free your mind
Let me live
She sat whispering to herself
In the corner of the room
By the fag machine with an empty glass
And an ash try nearly full
I ordered another beer, I
pussy deh no bad like we
When bullet from di tec spray
Dem froth up like pepsi
Man wi murda them to bloodclaat
(suck unnu mumma)
Man wi murda them
And things are really bad, man
We need a song that will go ahead
And make things happen
Well, it's a battle between our band and these crazy machines
It's
To put inside the machine
But it was the craziest place I have ever been
Oh, come around and meet my friends
They'll be there with me right through
into my midnight slumbers.
When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and
Repose is taboo'd by anxiety,
I conceive you may use any language you
machine
Too bad your dad ruined you
In the factory
Santa brought you early
world
Be a bad boy and kiss the girls
Put a stain on the pages of my life
And it should have been you that's by my side
Can you hear me now
Calling out
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