Search results for 'slippin by 2 much' Page #7

tryna get me a way (a way)
Ain't nobody helped when I was hungry
Fake friends, they just slippin' away
But now I got it, so I ball, man, like every day

Me & My Crew

Mobb Deep

Juvenile Hell

1993

chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two

Dooley

Rodney Dillard

Back Porch Bluegrass

1963

a trader
When into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the ton.

Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme

you always knew
I ain’t slippin’ right now
I’m strapped down with my pole
I was up in the Nawf, finna stop by Pawpaw
Before I pull up, Montana hit

trust you better run(x4)

VERSE 2
It’s ashame 
How i bring the pain
How i make it rain
I confused you lame
I got the fame
But ain’t much changed
I’m still

Still cuttin' it live, uh

I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep

Ay
One tap on your bitch
I'm pimpin'
Got two, three thots on my lap
We chillin', gotta
Hit a mil
No stop, we drippin'
Got a bad lil bitch
Got her

[Part One: fission]

Atom by atom gaining a few
Collapsing and waxing and building anew
Eleven dimensions curled up so tight
Time and space one thing

now you cannot pull the leash
I'm not falling for gimmicks or tomfooleries
My heart is colder than 2 degrees
Got my bread up like a bakery
Cookin' up

phony 
I can’t kick it with these niggas I’m hanging by my lonely 

Verse 2:
I’m as solid as they come, you fuck that up
You must be stupid
Problems come

right, why I been so livid
I been havin dreams, man this shit so vivid
Lucid, my eyes take me trippin
Whippin, life goin by my vision
Slippin out of time,

of Milli-Vanilli

motherfuckers are being murdered by the Big Bad Wolf

Got 'em all under pressure

[Chorus]X2

[Tech N9ne]

Hey motherfucker hey motherfucker hey

and there's so much in my mind
I hardly do take a nap
That's why i smoke one
Smoke two or smoke more tree$
When I'm stressing up i don't pop
No pills
Oh no,

in
Ice be cold, im slippin
All my opps are pussies they be chicken
He got caught, snitchin
He dont got much time and it keep tickin
Blood eagle, rip em

I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib

on
Options, it was hard to pick, so I put both on (two)

These broke-ass niggas talk too much, I ain't even bossin' up
Stop tryna compare your life to mine,

I keep sticking on the hit homers, think I'm Barry Bonds,
XD45 with a stick called Deuce
5
Thought I was slippin' til' he got ate by this Glock 9,

Off Parole

Rappin' 4-Tay

Off Parole

1996

I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today
You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters 
Ain't gone make it to see another day
At the age

Dooley

The Kingston Trio

Stay Awhile

1965

(One for the money, two for the show, possum up the gum tree, do-si-do!
Dooley was a good old man. He lived beyond the mill. Dooley had two

Sleep

Three 6 Mafia

Underground, Vol. 3: Kings of Memphis

2000

were wrote on the scent 
it's so sacred created by Lucifer slaves
Silent, secluded in secret somewhere in the swamp 
in the land of protest a man-day

slippin' is my only fear
Guess I was knocked down, but I'm back right here
I don't need anybody, I'm on pure
Circle small, you know the deal, nobody real

need to do more and say less
I put it on God, I'm never going back to Payless

Tried to catch me slippin in public on some scrub shit
I look better in

Bitch (Remix)

E-40

Revenue Retrievin': Day Shift

2010

you let her treat ya like a trick
Your sugar daddy mentality it make a nigga sick
She ask for it you just run and get it for her
No matter how much you