Lyrics:
a Nigga I'm more like Shawn kemp
Even with all the clues it bust my brain I couldn't add it up
In that big tahoe switching lanes how I had Macked it up
Off
to ban me from eatin pussy all night
W-W-F'n bitches
Slammin em in the rope like Shawn Mike
I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite
Shit I'm broke
a joker
My mother was a smoker
Met a real bad bloke
Called him the midnight toker
"Cold McDonald"
"[background talking]"
"Get on with it."
"Get on with it
you're earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Then get a new bitch and
Forget the one you with
She said she could do bad
All by her damn self
coming through, for the U.K.-crew
Me and Goldie sssh, you know how we do
Only the true hip-hop-heads know what time it is with this
Now, if you're with
Stand by me, come stand by me, come on my side
Stack up a hundred bands by the week Spend it all, cause I can't take it with me
No McDonald's at the show
I been down south probably fucking with a model
And the way she loving it I'm thinking that she likes McDonald's
The way I been going shoppin looking
a wave of cheer floating here
In the frontal lobe as it's filled with beer
Shawn myself right here for you
Those who lay by know the truth
When
(And you don't know what it's like)
(All the thoughts running through your mind)
(Feelin' like giving up but you can't)
(You gotta keep ya head up
All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that
my zone
Product of determination
One who made it through like
The sperm who made him
I represent strength like the black
Mom who didn't terminate him
focused, patient
Kaylee is the goal
All these bitches wonder why I came in different sophomore year
Went through it last semester, I even shed a tear
Early
step Running all through the aisle
This ain't a freestyle cuz’ it took me a while
But I'm gone light it up tonight cuz’ I run the 8 mile
I got a attitude
The preacher, he's busy tryin to save souls
The devil, he wants all control
You see, life is to be lived on the right accord
So don't sweat it, young brother,
percs
Get it brackin' anywhere
keep pole inside church
Big 40, Shawn Kemp, no kamikaze
Run up on you, hair flashin', like paparazzi
I swear I hate
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
had Angus pistol and
I bet yo bitch getting fucked by a Dominican
Went to McDonald's and didn't get in again
Bitch, you're a cunt
You were shot in
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
breath, recess
We bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that
smile
If she throw it ima send it flying over niggas houses
Hit it out the park, leave it wetter than a fountain
Very special thanks to all my studying
that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with,
it was the Mega bus with bundles
All the droopy-eyed junkies come through with they money crumpled
Make 'em get it straight, the fiend arm got more
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
is weird but I'm going to make it through
As of right now then I'm reaching my goals (my goals)
One step at a time man I'm getting too old (too old)
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