Lyrics:
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
Text me the addy, I'm pullin' up scrappin'
And I'm by my fuckin' self, what's happenin'?
EST captain, salute me or shoot me
That's what he's gonna
Haven't you heard guys? You can't say Chri-biip-mas you gotta say Holiday
I can't say Chri-biip-mas?
No you might offend somebody.
Who is offended by
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
I am a man of great influence
And educated to a high degree
I came when small from Donegal
And my cousin Jimmy came along with me
On the city
hittin
Huh? The most consecutive
Fifteen albums, we're the executives
Who talkin money?
[Hook - E. Sermon]
Let's do it baby
Me and Short dog
albums, we're the executives
Who talkin' money?
Let's do it, baby
Me and Short dog on the mic, baby
It's going down all night, baby
Shootin' all haters
should be
So I’m going to make sure he knows I have a problem with him
Is the story worth telling about a boring little chicken out man
Sitting in his home
If Michael Jackson was alive right now
He would want us to smoke one for him
Double M, Self Made 3, let's go
Folarin in this ma'fucka
I'm just
And I know that Chris Reeves song was recorded in 2004 for Encore (yeah)
Fuck'd you take it off for?
'Cause he died
Man, that motherfucker did that
Where the slaves jumped in the coral reed
All I see's wreaths for over four hundred, I ain't a failure, I'm a forerunner
Keep killin' us, we gon'
I am a simple goat
I live on the back of a pick-up truck
The Old Man tied me here with a 3-foot rope
Am I happy he don't give a fuck
He's
would find us wherever we went. Yes, he has forbidden me to... to even speak to you, if he finds me now. I don't know what he'd do...
Man: But he doesn't
time that baser almost O.D.'d, man
Live and let die
Yo, Finster, baby, went up for homicide
Live and let die
He's out there skeezin' with no
the produce stand by the side of the road
I knew a man who worked at the hotel
He worked at the motel too
He tended the bar, washed up all the cars
Worked
I've never met ya
I can't help but believe
That a man who's stood on a crisp fall morning and
Watched the sun rise over his farmland or
He's planted
I've never met ya
I can't help but believe
That a man who's stood on a crisp fall morning and
Watched the sun rise over his farmland or
He's planted
(Reed, run it back)
Fuckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way
Mm, yeah
Pray for me, mama
Listen, I don't wanna
And she's heading to the Pillar Bar
Johnnie looks alright tonight she thinks
He gives her a smoke and he buys her a drink
He shoots a frame and they head off
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
you crying? there's no need
Just throw on this coheed and fall out boy meets girl jimmy eat world
But Schlep eats pills till he's all out
Not once
i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
he a real
wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test
to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
Like jimmy chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
Caught
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