Lyrics:
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me,
to smithereens
Time stop, flyin' guillotines
Commin for your flock
What you mean you spilled the beans, ay?
Black out and thought I seen pop
better body me
'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
'Cause she rep
I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Top Forbes,
Yo, now in the onslaught, y'all niggaz got caught
Now we can run a full court all in a bloodsport
And while we hold the fort, cut ya like live
the movies
But hey
Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in
The Breaking
Walt
Walt
Every name
Previously named
Was maimed
By Schlerb
And they died
Schlerb Screams
Schlerb got spot
By a rival cop
Pulled out his Glock
He
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestling holds
Tag Team wit Funk Doc We in Funk mode
Take yo best shot
If it don't hip it don't hop
If it don't
gangsters pray for they soul when they get up
You live by the gun but you'll die by that hit up
Watch that rig up, find yo'self in a box
In a spot where
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
to live
Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
Never wore a vest, only holding tecs
[Chorus]
[Evidence]
We sold out every store in L.A.
It's
Chorus:
(Busta Rhymes)
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where
epidenmics
Injecting the public in clinics
Then when the truth comes out "You black people are so paranoid"
But WHO murdered Africa the World Health
celebrate death
I once refused to live in harmony
Was like the rest and lived Demonically
Guided by Spirts seen the monstrosity
These rites of passage
the negative
Made a new way out of the way it is
Moved straight out my momma’s basement
To a nice placement
In a set of quotations
I sleep so rarely I barely
Stone Cold Killah ft. Kidd Kidd
Written by B-fresh, Kidd Kidd
Produced by Donald XL Robertson
Executive Produced by Darren Delo Beard
Label:
Black turns to white in the blink of delight
Trapped for a moment no future past
His life just a memory forever in the past
Round the purple sun, space
up
Are we just ghosts in a cage?
Are we just ghosts in a cage?
Hanging out in
Space
And blocked in by the ice
Surrounding everything we do
Eternal
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
why-O's time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In
in water
Commodities so they fluctuate
Lucifer moving your school
Budget into policing
And telling all these polices "it's
Black and brown hunting
I am black 'n' proud
Open my mouth
Shout out loud
I am African
Our beauty is in
The strength of all the people
We are Africans
In this place we
Rose McGowan
Rebecca Gayheart, and Julia Beans?
Whoever that is!
And it was directed by Darren Stein
Rest in peace Ermintrude
And I love J. Crew
And Judy
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