Lyrics:
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
parts of rhyme
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' parts around
I'ma come through and show my wood, show my
the place got dark?
When this world fall down?
I’m right behind your door
This room is too small for us both
I want to rip you out of my skin, my flesh, my
driving you home
If forever feels like this
If you're dying to know
Don't show up at my apartment door
You don't owe me anything, love
Pass all the nice
too many lies
And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes
So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
a T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all
brooks critics, ta' kwe'(? ? ) xzibit
Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits
[all] one, two, three, four
[t.k] rock the whole world like
what the morn's bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the dope song
Hopin' when I open the door I'll see Santa
Now who
the next millennium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Caribbean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport Warlaw, my
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
how much attention you pay
You better be ready to die, in this game
I thought I told y'all
I'm done with the beef, clown, my son three now
And I've
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
gotta keep 'em in my world
Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin on, spinnin 24's, openin my Bentley doors
Drunk
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
already knew
That I'll keep you going
And the World War III and the World Series
Will make the same size headlines in the news
From all I've seen
The average, the best, the epitome
Anyone who holds rank of an MC
Will be slurped like the drink through a straw
So get the punchline, I'm down by law
Two are's
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
reaching out,
Waiting for you, through all my doubt.
Verse 1:
I’ve been wandering through the night,
Hoping to find your love in sight.
But every door I
me to my room while he was puffin pot
Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what I saw
Stacks of money on the bed and the floor
It
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