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body parts, leaving the rest for whatever
[Madlib]
You talking bout you want to freestyle, you want to flow
But your flow be like oil and water,
Awards
I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it
I'm sick of this flauntin'
From niggas I know for sure ain't got more dough than Cole
Trash
I mean by it
You should re-try it
I'm on my Dean, you be on a dean-diet
And I dont even like it
Everytime you rap it, I swear I close my eyes
I wish I
undergrad
I'm cool and I can get whatever job I wanted
But the job you wanted wasn't all that bumping
Yeah, and I saw it quick all the flaws that be coming
never counted the cost, took heed to warnings
Try to hurt a rose you get pricked by a thorn
And it don't feel nice, when you wake up nights
Shakin' in
When it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the Father's done his final accounting
And I find out that I made the cut
Boys I'm gonna get me
Raekwon, swallowing diamonds
Had money in juice up on his wedding day
The phone rang off, the tea kettle blew, wifey hitting me,
What you want sweaty, Lima
had a dream
But it went out like Dr king
I know that life is pie, I'm a tiger
I'm pissin' on you clowns
Swim in the piscine, drunk
Pray to God I don't
foolin'
I'm killin' these squares, we call it a mass-acre
I got the bread, but these fuckers needs the dough like a baker
The legends above me love me
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
parkinson's
I move em' by the keys, you want some dope
You need to lock for it
Soon as I get that fee they
Pass it all around like
If you fiend it if you
about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my
with
Whisper it back to me
Like you want to
Whether we lose it or mean
There's still us in you
When living itself comes the key
far from what we knew
So if I fall, could the choir catch me?
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's
at ground zero
[Connections Zulu Choir:]
What you've done here, is put yourself between a bullet and a target
And it won't be long before you're pulling
thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With
young
you were beautiful
you shoot the breeze
to aim for the sky
oh my god you can do
whatever it is that you want to
One time blinded by the light
he
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
do me so wrong, its hard to stay righteous
Pimpin' was allowed to happen I'll hide it
Believe me lord I want you, got money and fame but still it
But then America fucked up and blamed up
I guess it's cause we black that we targets
My only fear is God, I spit that hard shit
In case you don't
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
of moments let him and her push up on it
But don't judge me. Look, I'm just trying to do me
Don't you see, I want to have my fun while I am young
I want
Swords nigga
So I can finish killin' them
If you want music to drive-By
Torment minds like yours and Dr dre
But all I think about is S-K-I
(exaggerate
dope supplier
Straight outta hell
And I'm the maestro of this fucking choir
2017 might turn me to a mass shooter
Pull a drive-by while I'm hangin'
Out
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