Lyrics:
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
protection by the sixth
cwed by the P.O.G I fell for the unspoken rizz
So they ask me why I'm a mad hatter, new yolk changed me no knicks
Just tryna be a star
except her touch
So let me go numb
'Cause I'm so fucking dumb
And I defo know I ain't a victim
But a nigga too broke for anyone to fix him
Pint by pint
a killer on the loose
Last seen ripping jeebs at the Tribal Hoose
Wanted for the murder and the slaughter of these beats
And he goes by the name Mr B
Ah shit
frustrated I hate it found a woman in the
Dumpster body was mutilated
Bad dreams all up in my head no lie
Sometimes I got to take a sniff so I could get by
by her self
Shawdee do it sick wit it
(Get so fine)
Like a god damn ticket
Gave her a hickey
In order for a nig like me to spend cash
You gotta
by all my haters
A mountain to climb for ages
I'm strapping up by my boots with the double knots
When the going gets going get going, don't ever stop
could've made a million by now
But then everybody will find out
Blud, this is nang
You've got nothing, you've got nothing
You want something so you need
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me
Just start to chase your
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
Intro:Love is more than just an expression or a state of being/ as our relationship should be in right standing with the Father/ so must it be with
There is a secret society
That is known by you and me
They hide out in our open sight
They don't even try to avoid the light
Spies by day and spies
Outside, fuck it man I'm outside
What's it like to be an outcast
Look Mrs. Jackson, I'm way past that
Haven't seen B and Mo in a minute
Had to stop
finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?
to Mrs. Claus and all the deer.
I'm not living where I was. The reason is...well, it's because...
My family's moved again. I've got a problem here.
cnd by
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
Sex Toy, Sex Toy, Sex Toy
All I wanna do is have some fun and fuck
Grab my sex toy, so I can wind it up
Pocket wikle bounce, do it down south
Here
Dirty rolled dem auctimo's by the pack cuz' they bust so slowly
And credited a sack from Pimpy Small cuz' you know he know me
Hold on now that blunt
about my ass at the hair salon
You already know what time it is
Mr. nasty time so get crunk in here
[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
Mr. Fuck-a-Cop Tupac so fuck them mug shots that you got
My Boo stops for nathin, know that Bonnie and Clyde
If that was then there'll be no Texas with
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