Lyrics:
you'll think I was a pimp
But it is what it is fuck what it was
Can't enjoy life I snuck the forty in the club
I always think the worse that's why i always
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
know, it's been a hell of
A while, and no money
So this is my last drink and I'm not drunk"
By now, i'd be sleazing around trying to
Take someone home
up, and realize,
this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's
brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might
supposed to be on this planet earth
I take a deep breath, and then another follows
'cause hardship is kinda hard to swallow
See, it's rough bein a loner
Not
is..
Mmm.. This..
It says, Pazhaniyamman temple street..
I don't think there's such temple here..
Gnyanavelu.. You look.. Do you know..
Give it..
Oh
the sky turns
To a darker blue as I'm driving with my headlights blurred
'Cause the fog is making it hard to see, I make slight turns
On this empty road
to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me
You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that
of us barefoot kids in the yard,
Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
Now you're caught up in this mess
I could use a little help
the yard,
Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
Now you're caught up in this mess
I could use a little help unloading these bales
I could
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
the past
Time flies, yea talk about fast
Don't give me #1, I should represent last
Now we past that, bitch I'm the best on yo block
Slap on my album, you
everybody need a hood
I spend my time in this cell
Ain't living well
I know my destiny is Hell Where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized
I keep a 40 incase these niggas try to take me
I got my money on this chase and I can't sleep
Aye, I can't sleep at night
Baby by my side and she
bleeding
Infernal demons breeding
The devil is here to devour
Your soul is being stripped in this final hour
Just like blood for blood I spit my last breath
So you're thinking about now that I'm pretty good at this rap thing
But you weren't expecting for me to be so what you call condescending
I
bitch[00:40.77]So you thought that I was playing, you thought it was a joke[00:43.40]Now we're creeping up behind, and you're starting to choke[00:45.97]I'm here
high ( so high)[00:53.98]God lookin over me and this four five (four what)[00:55.83]Praying I don't dive[00:56.70]Ain't nobody takin over over here
This song right here is dedicated to the
President of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from
Lost city
ain't did it)
They say you gotta' pay the cost now, to be the boss I floss now
Like dental, I own it, that shits mine, no rental
I'm offended at you fuck
things
And there's that moment right before
And, uh, this song is written from that perspective, so
Uh, it was written as the first song on the album
heart[00:43.45]Keeps beating in place[00:45.16]My love is a plane[00:46.79]Departure has changed[00:48.19]Now I'm stuck on the ground[00:49.83]Slowly going
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