Lyrics:
you the worst
Punk ass nigga kinda jocking now
You ain't down cause I trust nobody
[chorus/master p]
I trust nobody x2
[master p]
One by one in this
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
phone
Met this bitch at six and then by seven she had ate me
Like raccoon in the streets at night, she chew me up that's rabies
If I fucked her more than
the hits
When I get lifted, kid
Take cover, no mercy on a brother
He's kicked to the curb
Then into the street, then into the gutter
You see-see-can't
dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put
me
Sent the shocker, junkies testing my dope
Then get operated by the doctor
You need to stop flexing, I see
Right through you like a glass
I know that
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I
you fuck my brother, I ain't mad at you
Fuckin' in the kitchen, we ain't even make it to the master room
Met her in the trenches, swear she suck it
Yo, yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees.
Which one do you be? Count em.
I met a Redman in Camp Lo named Mic Geronimo
He'd Busta Rhyme anywhere, he was
And if I met her on the street I probably wouldn't look twice
But at a show with my ego on swoll she look like
A master at applyin Maybelline with thighs
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
Now I'm getting funky and my rapping, that's my duty
Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothers, then I
what the time (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
If you watch my back, then I'll watch yours, nigga
You can call me homeboy (Call me homeboy)
Now I done met a lot
See, I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you want to be my baby you gotta gimme money!"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I knocked her out,
See, I met this girl and I said to her, "Honey
If you want to be my baby you gotta gimme money!"
Turned around, didn't mean no harm
I knocked her out,
far away.
Then where should I go?
Where should I head to?
How can I live
leaving the old farm?
At that moment,
some sparrows flew by
and said
my band of brothers
Friends for life we understand each other
May be the best thing that happened to me
Swollen Members
When we met, started rappin'
the sons of God, then what is our earnest expectation?
The Lord asked me this question "My son what is your earnest desire?
And then I told the Lord,
But let's start by making this simple and honest conversation
In casee you don't know o
I am the Barber
In case you don't know o
I am the Barber
Jesse
to dust, oh my
Well once I was a daisy, many years ago
In pastures green and lazy, many years ago
But I was met by a goat who fell in a moat
You shouldn't have did that brother
I'm here for the payback
They spread rumors about the king
They said that I was a front
All my rhymes are
practice daily
By the grace of god, I'll be the same when I'm eighty
It's the O.A.P with cheddar in his pipe again
Set alight the mic and then pass it to my
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