Lyrics:
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw
[Sample]
Look up in the sky!
[GZA]
Who's your rhymin' hero (look up in the sky)
(Oh you that bad mutha)
(look up in the sky)
I use lyrics
who I was and I was like, "Yo, what's up I'm Kanye"
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay? Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats, B"
You
was so bad to deserve this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairytale, I'm about to be hoisted up in the air
Forty feet below
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
baby, what's up with that?
Hickory dickory dock, it was twelve o'clock
Cinderella ain't home must be givin up the cock
I don't doubt it, she is
Wayne
I'm Quick to put in Work
Put your face on a T-Shirt
Who that be 'bout combat
That be that nigga Turk
Get down and filthy for mine at any time
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
of the girls are saying I am the one with the greatest heart,
no matter where I go (gimme a break) no matter who i show
and I'm mr smalls
(Is that right, wait
bae shit
I be fuckin' this NBA nigga bitch
'Cause she know I ain't ever gon' say shit
New contract big like I play ball
Lil' boy, I ain't nothin'
Low
Oh, no
Don't me up on the Myspace flippin' out
Trippin' with strippers you think I'm digging out
Me sayin' that "I'll never be taken by
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm coming man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be running man
Arms open, eyes wide, full
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I want to see is die
(Juicy J)
Yo sleep at night,
and the greasy spoons
(The road)
The loser bars and the noisy rooms
(The road)
The casualties who did too many lines
(The road)
I'm wasted talent on women
trusting you
Ain't nothing but lust in you
Thanks be to God I obeyed the teaching I was entrusted to
Cause when you pass by you just want ya boy
outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!
Guess who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick
Turn a whole one from a half a brick,
and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my n-gga you way outta your budget
Who you playin' with
make that ass clap
Like it's proud of me
She said "I will" like ill with an apostrophe
It's lil' Tunechi, word around on the streets
Now everything
like who
switch bitch 'fore you ask what which would you die soon
(Chorus x2)
We some windaz, K-I-L-L, kill be killed
(mutha fuckaz bust
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures
Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough
constantly tryin' to find a reason why
Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy
Now who am I?
It's P. Diddy muthafucka
Do or die?
Don't
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