Lyrics:
stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So everybody stop askin' me what's wrong
And quit actin' like you don't know the words to my songs
And when the party
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders
I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get
the Eastern side of Plutonia
Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip
Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero, take 'em to the three
[ INTRO: MC Shan ]
She used to tell me that she loved me all the time
I'd turn to her and say that, "I'm
Infatuated by your lovely smile
And some day
Going down now
The mountain screamed three times today
I guess it thought it'd like to play
How much does one have to pay
To fry a peak
control (now bring it back now)
We gon' make you lose control
And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' (one, two, three, let's go)
I rock
me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I'd send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars,
wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And you're down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming
And you can hear that old
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
wanna thank You for my family
They're healthy and they're beautiful
We were gonna stop at two
Now there's number three
You have Your ways, You have Your
shot
So he knew it was time to kill
Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs
said now
I'm His pupil, yes, no retina
He done preached it from the mountain
And three thousand all believed it
And He called me on the campus
And I
Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
Burnt offering in the desert
Shining city up on the hill
I burned it like Nebuchadnezzar
This world, hard to even take its measure
Three rooms
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house
I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with
shipments in Winnebagos
The penning of the God like a scene by the seed of Matilda
And Gerard or the lift of a Chopard
My records is over nighters that
Hands on the table, oh yeah
You killed my uncle back in eighty-three
Guns on the table, oh yeah
You killed my daddy back in ninety-three
I seen
I've got to heat it up
Doctor, got to heat it up
I've got till 3 o'clock
I've got to rock until you drop
Till you drop, something, ahh
One little, two little, three little Indie rap
Headphones, backpack
Watch 'em all, watch 'em all
Watch 'em all, it goes 'Watch out"
Watch 'em all,
Sitting here counting the hours
Waiting for the sun to kiss the sea
Paralyzed by the fragrance of the flowers
They remind me of you and me
There's
on my own three feet
Believe me that's no fun
[Chorus]
I had a dreadful childhood really, I s'pose I shouldn't moan
Each time they had a three
three Benz
I'm sittin' on those dubs twins
I'm from the city where kiddies ride on dope rims
It's where niggaz snap shot and they ain't takin' pictures
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