Lyrics:
Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
And my man Ep Rock
X, kick the flavor for me on this one
'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a, sec
Wild, New
never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet
The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'
of the Soul who present a new flick
Every last viewer is tuned to the method
Known to be a method, no magicians, not a trick
Bitten by the spoken who been
Oh no, heard them man there speaking
Them man there be the reason
I cook beef with seasoning
Dali so bold and he oh so cold
Beg you turn up
catch him?
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try,
I watch, the ends go by
Some man try, Poor ting die
Soldiers fly, Mothers cry
Fathers lie, Ends go buy
Watch the ends go by
Woman try, Rich ting die
no sense
I'm da kind of man who prays but it's not easily
By this time, I guess I'm the last one
In the deep of your being, I will make my drums
Trying to adapt again
To the new style of living
Doing everything i can
Ooh day by day by day by day
Everything is new to me
It If feels just like
"i'm the new world order"
= I'm a sellout who
Signed with the illuminati
For personal gain to brainwash the youth by
Making them value the wicked
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
name ain't Fay
This girl couldn't be 19 or more
Always waggin her tail and on all fours
Real big hips with legs so healty
I asked her who's her man, but
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
when I'm on the mic, I do serve well
And I go by the name of the Rapper Jalil
*Four minutes left*
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
Get ready
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
world
My new man sure can't budget and
He ain't too bright in math
Like it's my fault he couldn't
Manage money like that
Survive with your man
I didn't
Tripling doubles to stuntin with peers,
Drivin in Amber with hunnids of fears,
To E in the lambo shifting the gears (Skkkrrr)
A man with a plan to kill
brings it and he brings it and it passes every test
They're talkin' he's a wild man might be the fastest in the West
Well, he's drafted by New York, he's
I go by many names call me what you want
Trying to see it from the back baby not the front
Sipping on Hennessey got me stumbling to much
Promise I
you gotta make your own moves)
She said she don't got no fears
But I'm the Joker and this my year
She said she want danger I switch up the gear, then i
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
mind Albert Einstein on a research
I'm I gonna die by drive by or needles
I'm I Muhammad, Nana Selassie or Jesus
Abiding by abiding by basquiat or Jigga
children
Fiends lips peeling, s*** seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great
My man peels weight, so he
up the Cohiba getting blunted by the pound
I made it to the top, who thought I rubbled from the ground
Bird city, who holdin' it down, me and my man
wheelies, I pop it in gear
Eight in my cup when I'm walkin' through, clear
Mm-mm-mm-mm, this lifestyle
Man, that X is fuckin' my pupil
Just turn these
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