Lyrics:
by the tail
And everything is going my way
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five dollars in change
I've got forty eight hours and twenty five
Third tape it is on the way
And everybody trying to wait
Join my team and bet this the safe side
Me and prince came from the same side
Both sides but I be
this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, "Nas what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic"
Looked at the pad and pen, fell,
(period)
Bitches I’m bands
U bitches is flukes
Ass fat thank ma dukes
I’m sick of u hoes so ready to puke
5 star recruit I’m headed to duke
Project
got it up to five
Hollywood Lesbos, Mulholland Drive
B-b ba bad bitches, everywhere I look
(Shwoop) this is not your beat no more bro
You must be
And that, good people, is why
he got all cute and dropped by
With (sixty elephants, llamas galore) for real?
(With his bears and lions, a brass band
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
tiger out the cage, Mike Tyson in '88
Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose
Smash and grab, yo, this world became a hell hole
Stay cool is what I tell
and wrong is right
Rivers running up the hills and to the sky and down to the sea
Where a merman with a twinkle casts a hook in me
Sing me a salty blue
scars
Lust can be a prison
You're forgiven
By the man in...clouds
Hook:
V2
Freedom is is when you are not stuck even when they want and when they
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
sodium nitrate on my sodium glutamen
(Ali)
This is Dynamite Deacon Do-bad
Comin live from the church of Angels Dey Ain't
Starrin' Hustlin' Reverand
2-G, feel me
[Hook]
Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up
Don't even get up, just give your fucking shit up
And give your grip up, but
Yo, this is Nappy Roy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
what going on
Got 'til to the end of this song
By then?
Another girl will snatch me up
And you'll be outta luck
(Hook)
(bridge)
Why do you keep
Beats By the Pound
You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this
We can't be stopped, we run the streets
You feel me, da streets is ours
Ain't no
It's been like five days
Since you left, five days
You left my bed
Head still spinning
Red lights color your ceiling
I hate on this feeling
You
lord
Full night, oooh tell me something
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is Ginuwine, uh
Method Man, yeah, I like that
when I whip it,
And I love to whip it,
That's just another digit.
This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote fire.
Over town, they'll bust ya head
asked how many bottles? I said 23
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I stay showin' out, my kick game is a beast
I got thirty pair of J's
made him unable to speak.
All this in addition to what
The Doctors describe as a ‘Clot'
Which may disappear
By the end of the year
But may, very
Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is
Lets do this one positively
This one goes out to me mislead
To preserve the youths of tomorrow
Today is the time to stop all the unnecessary blood
felt my path
Was too different
from anybody
I keep trucking
Cause, I know
I can do bad
all by myself
cll thats here
Is nothing but blessings
to my
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