Lyrics:
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
do it all yeah he rap and he sing
Talk all that shit but don't back anything
Hand in your pants but don't pack anything
I'm not about it but I'd love
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
these bands
When all your music is so generic and so bland
Man, I could do this in my sleep
In fact, I do
Every afternoon
Take a nap
Think up a tune
I
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
your way up
So kamala wanna top me
You been robbing
Get the topic off you
Avoiding every question
Cause you never do the talking
You got all the cash
Ice
your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes
[Interlude + hook]
[Fat Joe
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
things first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his MAC
Come
things first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his MAC
Come
wit'?) Me and my peeps; won't you bring four of your friends?
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another;
over for you man
Life ain’t over issa new day
Yea, new 24, you can do things
Last 24, got your shot blocked
New 24 on the shot clock
Rebound, bounce back
off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-j-jump off
J-J-Jump, j-j-j-jump off, mm, mm, mm
Fellas, do your
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin
Peeps
Black
Do White Dems care about Blacks it’s all an act
Decades in politics you did nothing for Blacks
U.S. cities are run by Socialist Democrats
Democrats
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
air back, I'm rap's heimlich
Got 'em all sick is that vomit?
You nasty
Man I'll smack your skin if you feel you past it
[Joe Budden]
It's like we
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
a privilage
Than the time comes for you to be your own man, and take on the World
And you did, but somewhere along the lines,
you changed, you stopped being
After tonight
Don't leave your girl round me, heart breaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the (Bad Man
Cole Myer go solar
Parents all Jews but I don’t eat no kosher
baby won’t love me, I don’t need no closer
though around me better watch your composure
you
power and his magnitude
All I thought was it was 'bout to be on
But I never guessed that I was 'bout to be wrong
We encountered some things, maybe we
Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
Get your Meth, get your skins
Don't forget
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