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I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be
want it you can have it
But if this life is yours to take, please don't let it be a habit
Losing all my friends, swear it's giving me the bends
If my
a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C
Between the eyes
(movie like speech:)
Kasper: ha, ha, well done Mr. Cairo, and what do you have to say about that, my friend?
Spade: Allright. So
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
own back while you stack your cheese up
Watch out for the evil, it's followed by the reaper (ghost)
Roll up on you and he'll smoke you like my reefer
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
everybody that all energy problems
And all inflationary problems had
Been traced to and
Could be solved by the abolition of MUSIC
Chances are that most people
beatin' down the door
Ol' Lonesome ain't so lonesome anymore
Oh yeah, you knocked me to my knees
But was strictly temporarily
While you and your
How superior you actually
Are and it turns you into a superhero anybody
Ever thinking of stopping me and
My ideology is really
Useless and they really
and spot a trap oh my
Issa riot
You better breathe nigga
I can prove your paragraphs are poor prepare a time
I call my shortie 2 nickels like a paradigm
you still up in that casket?
How the fuck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin'
Wrote this shit in blood, big ol' Bs, bitch, what's
Sensitive to abuse
Where everything that I do, somebody wanna screw
Now my thoughts are in ink, incubate in my room
Hatching plans like "how am I gonna paint
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Let's go
Paint the picture like I'm Van Gogh
Paint it paint it yeah yeah
Now they praying on my down fall
Tell em tell em tell em
Up in air ways like
your head."
That's when my friend turned around and this is what he said
"You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky
Rope an ol blue norter
On the court fuck a sideline imma drive
I'm in the paint
Find me in the night brothers gottem by my side
Pick up the pace
Run it back talk shit then
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
This is what an ol' G told me
filthy rich and dyin' lonely
"Fuck a benz and fuck a rolly, life is what you make it, homie."
My little baby-girl just
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
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