Lyrics:
I pray for peace, I pray for keys Pussy boy, you gon' drown, think it's shit sweet
No trick-or-treat, masks on on Halloween No trick-or-treat, masks
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
Got pulled over by Police
On the west side heading east
I took em' on a high speed
With a hunnit racks backseat
100k in a week
Ran it up in a week
100k
mouth closed
Fuck around and get tossed up
By the fuckin Outlawz
Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD
Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD
And if I
off like
You don't know how, wow!
Shoulda listened what
The grim reaper said
You're all cheap tricks past the hay flick
This ain't The Matrix, you're
You say to me I'm guilty
for things I've never done
I'll try to show resistance
I'm out to prove you wrong
I hate your accusations
your cheap
that's a magic trick ayy, ayy
This one a little thick, so I take her on a trip
Then she disappear the dick like David Blaine up in his bitch
I send him
*Taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"
*Written by Bob Geldof
the good life, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' the good life (I'm livin' the life)
Yes, I made up my mind (Made up my mind, yeah, yeah)
Credit
I'm as ill as chicks with dicks
Scuff my kicks I'm bustin licks
Openin somebody up like Vicks
Purchase ism by the bricks
Plus I brick
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go
Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat
Right wing
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it
and the boys asked the local
radio station, or asked the ballroom dancers to come up and feature in the video. They did. Puuh, pretty
good isn't it? By the way,
ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that you thought was lifeless
'The Way of the Gun', son, who the nicest?
S.K., no stun gun,
turn you up
And I'm thinking big things
I'm thinking about mortality
I'm thinking it's a cheap price that we pay for existence
This is the moment that
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
up my legacy
Bring up some gotta bring up some hennesey
Verse II: (Abbad Hussaini)
I don't get the vibe, if you talking by my side
Album ki nh thori
up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-are, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When
Kick!
The spirit kicks,
But the moonshine plays cheap tricks.
Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town,
Scaring the oldies into their
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
Abra-abracadabra
Abracadabra
Abracadabra, alakazam
How do he make all these albums be ill?
Simple; by usin' the alchemy skills
But I'm warnin' ya; don't try
Hold up
It's the motherfuckin' corruptor, since I came I was a hustler
It's a shame, I got to blow out niggaz brains
To make these motherfuckers peep
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
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