Lyrics:
Johnny B. Goode
Or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk
saying all of this while the mic is on,
I might as well let it out cuss one day I might be gone,
I write this song and hope you feel how much we love you
be smilin`
Your sister`s gone out. She`s on a date
You just sit at home and masturbate
The phone is gonna ring soon but you just can`t wait
For
a way to make a livin'
Hey
Studio, funeral
Don't really make a difference
Nah
Every single time
That the Doc is in the buildin'
When I say I'm gon' kill
my children in the future, waiting to breathe
People slowly dying hanging on, waiting to leave
Believe when I'm gone, and this album's on a library
in love with the odds
I wonder if it's a God
Paranoid so I ain't trusting my dogs
Jealousy is just love from afar
I wonder if it's a God
Now that I
to this shit
Man I just walked on if I didn't come
Then every bit of hope for rap is all gone
I'm ill, in the past you thought I wasn't
But you thought
done now
If do lie about the really funky shit I've gone by
But no boy I've gotta watch out
Sorrow is gonna make me fall in love with a porn star
Gotta
So I forgot something man
I forgot how many people in here have the "And justice for all" album
Yeah, you're right
I counted and I was a few off man,
fucking bluffing
cll u niggas say u thugging then come see me what is up bitch
clways nice by choice but LB said “nah lil' bro fuck that
U gotta come in
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
My equilibrium is slightly off
I'm a little bit tilted off the loudmouths
In hip hop
Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never
of the power that he holds, so he goes
Along with the show
44's in every rhyme
Like his album was a gun shop
Clips in every line
Every word is a gunshot
Claiming
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
homies back Like America's most wanted
And we chilled and posted forest hills drive in motion
In the coolest sneakers like the album about nothing
Yawning
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
shit is due it's doo doo
And who knew that too cool fool who
Used to sit in the back
Would slip through the crack
Like dudes who went to rehab
Ab-Soul,
N9ne units sold
And whoever you bitch niggas is saying, I'm kicking it in Lee Joes log
Lee Joe'll tell you I'm original, and by the way Lee Joe my dog!
sometimes so she couldn't be much better
So the image I have in my mind is the one I wanna remember
And she probably woulda brought a friend then I woulda
the remotes?
And Ashlee's got a brand new nose
We gotta put some new em-pha-sis
On our syl la la-bles
If the emphasis on the compact
Disc is in the beat
Then
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