Lyrics:
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
heavenly
Thought you would never leave
Nightmares with a hundred screams, a hundred leaves
Blowing in the wind, hit by a hundred bees
I can tell inside
Talkin' bout the Illinois
Illinois ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana ha!
Ain't talkin' 'bout Po head-otated ha!
(I'll try again) potato Headed Bobby
Talkin' 'bout
a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)
Yeah, we live and thorough
Assassinatin' every single
(the mouse raps when they lose)
Partners is soggy they waterheads like Bobby
Partners is mildew that's right
Rappers are weak they bullshit, talkin
You either die a hero
Or you live long enough to become the villain
When you way up high in your prayed up sky
Displayed trust they cut, then
auditory, ears for the illiterate
Rude boy, they say this niggas inconsiderate
Not with that silly shit, the rap Bobby Womack
Your woman's gotta have it,
say just what you want to say about me
But if I hear you I might just go knock you off your chair
'Cause I like to drink whiskey by the gallon
I live
to live everybodies life but their own so,
Here's the poem dedicated
To the hatred propagated by the ill-fated
Snakes that's waitin' in grass
Those
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
a lil' longer for somethin' I deserve
The streets ain't for everybody, that's why they made the curb
Get clumsy talkin' 'bout Elo, I'm trippin' over
been lookin' up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs
Leavin' everybody where they have me fucked up at
Mountain top views where
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
Don't you know everybody's
get rights to live happily!
Some try to find it in
someone's backyard!
We gotta get up!
We gotta wake up!
We gotta start
buster, the Parktown fed ducker
For the 3rd Ward jack niggas, for the Sherwood H sellers
This for Bobby Shmurda, BG, and C-Murder, motherfucker, this for
and everybody died
Would you drown on purpose or try to survive?
I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move
They called me a cripple pops caught an attitude
(yeah), whole team just schemin'
I'm talkin' plottin' an' schemin'
All I ever did was figure it out
Back when a nigga used to have to live on the couch
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
And pass it out to my clique
'Cause everybody know I'm rich
Everybody everybody everybody
Know I'm rich
Put the squad on my back (Squad)
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