Lyrics:
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
I refuse to offer
Tryna put me in the mix of they petty drama
Down the dollar if you wanna be a top can't follow
Only reason they guh'head I'm went
in the face cuz he trusted
Got shells come and get you a cluster, they burn make him feel it like Usher
Ima smooth operator, hittas shoot like
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
to get dumb
Need a pint of fried rice and a little Dim Sum
Hold up hold up! (What?) Fascination's turn
Usher in my confessions gonna let the track burn
this you gone earn
That old phase set aside on fire
Usher let the bitch burn
You've been so patient
Now soon son it's yo turn
killa Ima certified gorilla
Flames I steady spit like when it tocks you hear it tic throwing bombs into the mix plenty ammo take a pick how you want it
blessed by an eskimo medicine man. It's cold.
Yes it's always cold, that's why it's so special.
So you better never ever call boy, just cause you saw
Cry My Name by Bloodbath
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
You will see
My burning inferno
And there is no way in your wildest dreams
well, in the mix Like Usher, tryna find the love of his
Life, but I stumbled and I was humbled by The girl that I liked, I matured, even more
Me
many hoes
Yes, they're many flows
The start of the destruction
Assisted by call of some percussion
To usher in a new millennium
My mind process
you still riding stop and go
Dissect the beat and then I turn into a particle
Pardon though, I'm hardened though
You should read the articles
I'm
wrote the script baby
Let's start the show
Miss -
Fat pussy, how you doing? Where you going?
Where you from? Can I come?
Can a nigga get a turn? Then -
You dm’ed that bitch stop saying you love her
Can’t go raw imma come up Usher
Stay with the Glock but I’m not undercover
Went through a pound imma need
follow God (Insta)
Jesus Christ na the code no the mix am
You better follow God (Insta)
Jesus Christ na the code no the mix am
Now them the knock for my
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
tell you how it was
Serve it to you cleaner than a house keeper
Cruisin' by the scene with a street sweeper (woo)
Pour a half a pint of codeine in
a lick
I can't take you out of the trenches, baby, no
That's not the way to go
You tried to fuck up my flow
By actin' like a ho, I remember that
And now we
of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat
Turn your speakers up
I hope that you can hear me clearly cause
This Busta Rhymes with a Futuristic wave
That Hopsin makin you feel Dizzy Right
Next
Turn your speakers up
I hope that you can hear me clearly cause
This Busta Rhymes with a Futuristic wave
That Hopsin makin you feel Dizzy Right
Next
starstruck
My jeans cry mix it with the Prada I'm inflicting nausea
Heartburn indigestion
You are what you're surrounded by that was my favorite lesson
If you
I don't do one cup, nigga I do double cup
Pour it up and mix it up, now my cup like captain crunch
Jump in, jump out, Kiki Palmer double dutch
Icier
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
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