Lyrics:
Ironically uh you don't sound like you're regular, were gonna play this song
And then were gonna get the feedback from the citizens
Put him in the game or sit
won't have to live by anybody else's rules
Everybody tells me things don't stay the same
If you wanna live, you gotta play the game
And they say: Hey
was kidding
If it ain't broke then I really don't gotta to fix it
But if your ass broke then you're in the wrong business
You gotta find your skills
you are in a court of law
There are a lot of people in here
We can't hear you
Your honor you're gonna have to make him speak up
What does GTD stand
door, she's a little bit tipsy
Drunk tears in her ears, saying, does he miss me?
I say you're too pretty to cry, find another
Who knows, he's probably
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
have been driving you crazy
Girl don't you take me there
It's gotta go both ways
Not just one way
You gotta realize that dear
Said I'm gonna go get my
full of shit
You're telling I am greedy
You're a hypocrite
Stacks in bands you kept
Got a secured profit
Gave you a taste of heaven
You can't even spit
full of shit
You're telling I am greedy
You're a hypocrite
Stacks in bands you kept
Got a secured profit
Gave you a taste of heaven
You can't even spit
with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I'm
eye'm Texas strong
Was posted by the 10 but on the west-end
Gotta spread the message like I was farming
ReEstablishing Better Days a winner phrase
If you
games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that, out in
Compared to me you're half the man
How have you been since you got burned?
You got two faces, want a third?
Dr crane I'm gonna stop your fun
Drop the toxin,
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
he's useless if you're gonna be stupid
'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, you're on your own
You've gotta go and give your pimp what
I is
Off on one like KRS
All I'm allowed to tell you at this point is if I say anything more I'm dead
It's come to a place in my life where I have
in her prime, you're a tall gnome
I roam this realm, fake pride, ya'll get boned
Take time on my ride, fly by like my pal's drone
Got too much time, I
sorry if you're annoyed
I can be a different person with the flip of a coin
I know I make a little bit of noise
I don't play around like toys
Heads i
lay in it
I can have another you by tomorrow
Don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable
play like En Vogue 'cause you're never gonna get it
The style, the flavor, the flow, the soloist
Hit you in a second, one, two, mic-checkin'
That's my
games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that, out in
cash flow
Never run the track slow
Know it's a race, better pick up the pace
You know you're lapping dudes if you're cruising chasing last place
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