Lyrics:
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
Seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
Freeing...wisdom...release
With blessed and funky shlept praying that I blow up
Make a deal with the devil, I'd rather trust my eye
Drop the wax and packs play the ball where it
with me
My debut album it's all prophecy
No predictions in my knack can't mock me
Got to hear this at least two times then you can copy
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
bash heads, clash nines, who said you could use my lines?
Who said you could rock my Wu sings?
The golden eye chastisment
Supreme team shit
Spy
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
Giva fuck
[Sticky Fingaz]
This is AK-47, banana clip rap
Bloodstain your album cover before it get wrapped
angel fallen from on high
I go by many names, but there is one you can't deny
My name is Satan!
Hi everybody! Let me tell you a little bit about
Man I'm better
By myself
I don't need nobody else
Work hard
Til the albums
Hit the shelf
Gordon Ramsay
With the wrist
Sauce God
Now they're
Calling me
back to the greenhouse headquarters,
More albums on order,
More hard drives on order.
You dont have to worry cause Im comin
YEAH
I see your hammer, I
the eye no more
It's hurting but I don't cry no more
I put my boy on my mix cd and all he could say is "My name ain't on it"
Rar, that's the thanks I get,
And Crazy
It's Drama Time[Time]
I'm Gettin' Ten For A Show[Lets Go]
Album Aint Even Dropped
When it's Dropped I'm Gettin' Mo
Wish I Can Go Down Every
Yeah muthafucka
You got the album
Now meet Bullet, Foe Foe, Cell Block, Full Clip
And I'm Lil' Shank
This Psychopathic Rydas muthafucka
Cut em all
ruin a fling, muhfuckas
Removing my dreams by all means my life ain’t keen
You the type to take pics dressed ya as a fiend
I bump fiend first album track
What's love, this is love right here
Been working my ass off
Droppin' three albums this year
I'm a perfectionist, I ain't dropping shit till it's
I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin, you get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
Mama I wrote you this song
So I can say wad I feel I know I don't tell this very often
But I really love you I'd never change on you by putting someone
on caffeine
Whatever you want to call it
Onto a different timezone
Surrounded by high beams
Eyes getting low
I think its time for me to dream
But I don't
about is not really me
Me see the keys with the G
Ate eye just I just kidding (HIJK)
(L)Let em (N)in yo pre- (LMNOP)
Just rapped elementary
Got an album
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