Lyrics:
blasphemous
Half of this already paid for in ass & tits
So after this I have to split
Otherwise I might leave yo ass a manikin
Sky walkin' and your name ain't
it
And I never answer calls unless they talkin' seven digits
So, I'm the truth you aint neva gotta question
Thank the lord for my blessings
Never came
divide
Providing my blessings to use, for the world
R.I.P. Juice
For every legend under twenty-seven, I'm forever flexing 'til I'm seventy-two
I feel
Steve: Aw, I'm not gonna argue about it.
Nicko: Right? (it gets quiet for a second) Fuck my ol' boots, it just...I can't 'an, I can't 'andle that
justice expiration
These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
Things haven't really changed, or they're dormant for the moment
Marks
Complete role reversal, so it's useless these days
TV got real, music went fake...
Please help her for God's sake
When I proposed to the Game, I figured
by them killers, dressed in black, like my status presi
1, 2, 3, 4, haters knockin' at my door, but I can't let them in
5, 6, 7, 8, get them haters
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All
at its finest
M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
Feel me
Makaveli The Don
My
winners
Second and thirds I eat em for dinner
And I've been surrounded by sinners
Who were made in the image of god
And you may not know who we are
We are
She's alright, hoppin'
Bars on a Saturday night
Low on cash, but in charm
She's high as a kite
Down by the water
Where the other kids are at
She
(Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(Snoop)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like
news, don't ask me for no ride
When I look at my daughter & son & I see me in their eyes
It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
' by
Step back, is what I let out my mouth
When I take a look at what caught my eye
The booty was so fat it made me hiccup
You can even see her when she
this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one
boots
No more break-dancing for loot
Niggas hustle and shoot
In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals
Government funds are minimal
fat ass was swingin
I'm thinkin about bangin her, somebody kept ringing her
The phone was ringing every twenty seconds
And I'm still gettin bothered by
J.T., I-I'm ready for you to come home, man
Okay, Pee
I remember when you first, like, went off on us about making music
We turned out, made two
tell him I bought you that stuff? (I mean)
These hoes fake, let's keep it a bean
Young Seven Nine, or I go by Hajim (yeah)
Her shit is fatter when
and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either
Unless you don't know me and you mad cause you ain't me
Mr. Influential dog these niggas should thank me
7 figure nigga bitches wish they can bank me
That
bookshelf a usual placement
Only labels I'm working with - are located in Visual Basic
Basically I've got the power, point made, you can take my Word for it
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