Lyrics:
it.
I don't want no one to stick his finger in my pie.
You think you put your best foot forward
But it is moved by someone else.
In blind belief
Climb up to the top
Get knocked down to the ground
When will all the bullshit stop
What goes around comes around
My success is measured by comparison
You think you fucking know me,
But you don't know a fucking thing.
So much bullshit, it surrounds me,
It won't affect the way I live.
Trouble has
retreat and submit, habitual failure, they no longer attempt
Resist all efforts at change, practice the routine
Fake courage to impress the other sheep
Talents that lay dormant, left withered in the womb
Pre-determined course, they take no chances
Sleep, submit, obey, accept it
Nature rejected, culture
begin I highly recommend
When you hear this real hip hop you call up a friend
And let 'em know it ain't your average payover assistant
Bullshit on the air
This is a pinchi muy muy trendy one...
Sitting in my room surrounded by tequila
My homeboys all have left, my head is muy caliente
Its already
hot like my hand on a stove
The (?) know bullshit don't effect me like a "Die Hard" knicks fan
So no mas if's and's
I could show you how power shit get
Fed up
You said I'd call Sitting here by the phone
Here we go, yet again Same old story, same old ending
Got the nerve to think that you can do
hate when the Jakes jump out by surprise then scream out
"You're under arrest" (mhm-mhm)
Cute ones on fleak, no weave, I'm impressed
My lifestyle Gd
I lay by the phone
There's no answer at all
No reactions or bullshit replies
The words you'd said
And the colours you'd sent
Well, they got lost
to see me blow (Blow)
She ain't got worry 'bout me no more
Told me watch thesе bitches 'cause she
Know thеy try and go (3Oh)
I remember they was sleepin'
ain't lookin' for alliances)
Pourin' red, I got a pint of it, it help my sinuses (uh)
They try to tell us play by the rules, but I don't comply to it,
never go
Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control
Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation
Liquor and depression is a bad combination
Ain't
Intro: Buckshot
Hey yo, this is straight up for all them niggaz out there
Who fronted on some bullshit in the beginning, fuck dat
(some reggae
taken it to the streets so fuck the US border
With a multi media mind fuck
Makin you sweat makin you duck
Watch the bullshit fly
Don't sit back and watch
lost to a professional
Now they dissconnectin you from all that bullshit you was connected to
I need no remorse, I had to diminish 'em
In Mortal Kombat I
a bunch of junkies
I know
Fuck them and all they stand for
Consumers buy and buy
As we sit quietly by and watch the bullshit
There is no honor
me alone
Don't need sympathy, no need to cry
Happy days just aren't so easy to come by
Should I just play pretend?
Cut the cackle while everybody
Stop the bullshit, I guarantee you get hit, by Psycho Kiz
1996 to the year I quit, nothin happenin'
Fuck the yappin', and start clappin'
All these
Soft mack sprinklin' salt on my Pringle
Ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm gon' jungle
NI, flippin' shit, freakin' shit
Runnin' shit from channel to channel
wake ya drop it
SCC's in the house to the ho's you
better hide that ass cause these niggas want to do you uhh
i guess it's time for a drive-by
you want
feel free to enter
don't sleep 'cause my streets won't time you,
shit'll just hitcha wit no warnin,
keep snorin we'll keep formin
hits to make these
bustin me, I'm bustin back
[Prince Kaysaan]
Don't want no problem God, I know you livin large
It was my man Todd, he send me on the job
[Royal Flush]
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