Lyrics:
Water park mob ties
All we do is slide
Trap jumping Nonstop
Dope boy lifestyle
Probably make it in the Hall of Fame
You know Tooty from a hot block
Estes para toda la familia, el barrio, etc
Father,
Help us triumph in this war of the spirit
Which you've won
You were once here before (yeah)
Wanna walk
tortured
They promised them paradise
Tortured like rodents in your cage tortured
To be taken by any means
Just fall in line
They thought they would be spared
To this generated world, so insecure (yea)
We living in a episode & that I'm fa sure (yea)
Rap in the back
No, Dyl with the packs
As he master the dutch,
My masters and friends and good people draw near
And look to your purses, for that I do say
And though little money in them do you bear
It cost more
We the Masters of the Dark Arts
Passengers smashed up in the car parts
Glass sticking into the last
Ticking of hard hearts this is a massacre
It’s
what can I say
This is for never telling me how to stay grounded
Surrounded by family
No paparazzi hounding
Falling in debt, percocets, nervous wreck
Now
The doll who became rich after starting with nothing
Let's see our balance increase by a few more zeros
All Chengdu Group is standing by
Young master hanging
everybody act up
There’s holes in the walls and the halls a disaster
In 10 more years I’ll be slave to the master
(Set me free, set me free)
Slave
game master
Ain’t nobody want no smoke
I got my own video game up in this bitch
This game is for adults only not for the kids
Playing call of duty
the score
But I saw a kid with no smile on his face today
Where is my place in this bright future, I heard him say
I've lost my hope there isn't anywhere
directed by Spike Lee
Ain't got no codeine in my cup
I guess we 'bout to blow trees (huh, woah woah)
No limit like Master P
When I jump on a track, it's
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
the day I was born
But in th hall of mirrors I had felt so high
I cannot walk another mile in this flood
So resigned to my fate, I just collapse in
your mommy is
We just friends so she can't Clyde Bonnie us
Fly walls down in the fly halls
Come to the master suite leave every piece in the master
get it crankin up in this biatch what.
Finna get it crankin up in this biaiatch.
V Town (V town) New Orleans.
Check it out.
[E 40]
reach by surfing tidal waves
The light gave him the coordinates to the Phraya nakhon caves
Limestone peaks look down in awe at the entrance to the hall
stay watching day follow day
Living lonely and only just this side
of paradise
Oh it's easy to see when the moon passes by
And a cloud dies in a clear
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
(master p chorus)
Feel my pain, feel my pain
This ghetto got me goin through some thangs
God feel my pain. (x4)
(fiend talking)
There comes
...
Lotus...
Lotus...
[Monoxide Child]
Blood bath, arms open with my wings spread
I'm in this burned down house and
I'm surrounded by the dead
Now visualize
I
divas, up in my cocina
Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
In the shadows we dwell, bound by chains
Whispers in the dark, haunting our minds
Lost in the madness, where sanity finds
This is the mad house,
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