Lyrics:
society's disease
I've been pushed around, been holding it down
While you stab me in the back and I think I'm gonna crack
I'm here in the way, you don't
cowards cannot hide,
The day of reckoning will arrive.
Strike from behind and knock me to ground.
Kick me while I'm down!
Stab me in the back you
and blowin' strong,
I'm a stone cold flexer,
Steve Austin stunna, and because her man I'm gone,
Stoned,
In my zone, hater leave me alone,
Be gone,
Bird
is always racing
If i could go back in time
Id lose the part with you
I'm fatigued
By your greed, animosity
Fall asleep to the sound of hypocrisy
Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend
there will be anything left
Why would you stab me in the back?
And then leave me just like that
All by myself, I left this town
Every inch of my
leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me
leash
All this peace talk can cease
All these people I had to leave in limbo
I'm back now, I've come to release this info
I'll be brief and let me
the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve
“And so, as the Occupy movement comes to a sad
and predictable end here in Washington DC,
we are here to look back at the confusing, interesting
arrows of the rich'll steal
In Hollywood and featherweight I step by step let it escalate
Till you get it, we'll tell you if I hit it
When you make pie
INTRO
how do you sleep
when you're lying
how do you dream
when you're so damn fake
there's no excuse or denying
you stab me in the back
how am I
polish and put our head
Down in the back of the class
And not notice out of
Fear that someone might laugh at one
Of our ideas – that our
Idea could become
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
Life is so cruel
It'll stab you in the back
Don't stay down like a fool
Counterattack
Right off the bat I would just like to say things
Don't always
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
love really don't mean jack (straight up)
See love is just a feeling
You can love somebody and still stab them in the back (on God)
It don't take much
Long Live Steve Irwin
These niggas gone stab yo back, uh
We know how to handle that, uh
XD and a foldable Mac, huh
Always been that nigga that's fax, huh
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
wasting half is life on sniffing glue
Now he's reformed, working for the red the
White and blue
Plain sailing, safe surfing
Pocket full of back stab
hoes chase us
I'm runnin to the money
In the back dime bitch up
In my lap gettin blunted ya dugg?
The work raw so I'm coppin now for old money
Hustlin
account
Dawg I got a vault
And you got my name in your mouth by the gulp
I withstand all that, give me
My check and respect, i demand all that
Before I (pop
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
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