Lyrics:
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Get 'em off yeah
F*** that what that b**** been on
F*** that talking s*** we get that n**** gone
F*** that what you ask 'bout in my styrofoam
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Get 'em off yeah
Fuck that what that bitch been on
Fuck that talking shit we get that nigga gone
Fuck that what you ask 'bout in my styrofoam
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh?
You bought that from Tower Records?
What's that, let me see that bag
Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
Come here
of my chickens
You know I make my own beats
Using them by any means
At shows I'll be making a scene
So go ahead sit down take a seat
We spreading all
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothaf***in'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that s***
From the Claire down to North
So strong that I burst away
So strong that we burst away burst away burst away
When you burst away
What is there to say
When you burst away burst away
Distracted by a big ass in leggings or some shorts
College that's maybe
Keep on having babies
Jesus save me nigga you talking crazy
Why beat a nigga burn
so keep your head up
And make your mind strong
It's a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be
a soldier on a mission
Sent to do, what you'll never do
And that's ride for the cause
Yes I'll die for the cause
Ya best believe if I'ma leave this bitch
Yo
tonight
I’m a newborn and I
Wish I knew what’s going on in your head
I’d give my life for each declaration
Of love you make
I feel like a knight
Who has
the back of Michael's Van
What's the plan?
Are you going to try and do my life dirty? (dirty)
Take these two tequila shots, no lime or chaser
That's a birdy
none my time
Im popping these percs she wanna fuck on me
Tell that ho get in line
Ain't gon' lie that I got a heart, oh yeah
You get slimed by the big
The kids who played with sticks down by the creek
Now Johnny grabbed his pocket knife
And drew a line can hardly breathe
I'm praying that these xxx do
from South Central
Not sayin I'm the baddest but I know I got potential
For every black man hung lyrically I lynch you
Your style is kinda dry hope
like Pi'erre in my snitch
Got racks all up in this bitch
Make a bag all off of that bitch
Not tryna to be like Carti or Uzi (what)
My bad bitch showing
want to take the fight to Judge Lynch?
Interpreter Lee
While you serve us well and your command of English makes you able–
My first language, what
food stamps, and WIC
If this ain't the curses
Tell me what is this
See my people defiled
Got pride, so we in denial
And Willie Lynch did a wonder on us
periods of time
When
I didn't make anything
At all
But I never sold
All my stuff
And it can get really
Sad looking at drums
Or gear that
You haven't
make it out
What I mean to you, do I belong
I try to fight this but I know I'm not that strong
And I feel so helplessly
Watch my eyes are filled
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
I can't watch this. I can't watch this
My my my my TV makes me so bored
Makes me say oh my Lord
What is
a nickel-plated triple beam
Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with
Taught a nigga how to get to funk when it jump
If static jumped off, then I
with all this shit man what the fuck/
Fuck synthetic but it make me feel better
Sympathetic I'm gon get you through the weather
My amount of love that's
fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit
My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
I'll wait
cluelessly
Individually rappin' spit crack behind the scenes
But not like fiends only know what medusa means
Only backin' up and stackin' funnier than that
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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