Lyrics:
Where's the matchbox
I need more ammunition
Cut the padlocks
Get into position
Hear the screams
Calling out your name
I'm not playing by the
Rules
to make a killing
I know you got a purpose there's a reason why you're living
With that hundred in your vest, a 20 in your wallet
I don't need a profit, got
be beat, and didn't get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8
it real wit' cha
I'mma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'mma
Let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your
help you choose it (2x)
I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I got 20 videos, buy 'em all on dvd,
I'm so glad I got my website,
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
I'm in my twenties with this flame that's a matchbox
And It's the same if you ask Rak
Cuz where I'm at I got the frame by a glass box
These doobies
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
about your weight cause
We can all be loved the way that God made us
And time's the only reason that we could break up
Cause you would always tell me I'm
Where can we hide when bombs will fly
To save ourselves when all others die
To toast with a shot here's cum in your eye
I've got an idea, listen here
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
fucked up in the game now
You're lame, y'all get your lyrics from Narcos
Fabulously fabricated crime fantasy Fargo
God bodies behind bars y'all see
breathe, your chest feels painful
Your skin color's going from dark brown to beige-blue
Your whole room's full of angels
All in your ear trying to tell
at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
Thought was fact
I thought your at
Cause thought is fact
Don't act like that
20,000 reasons
A couple hundred
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
again
I zoom right by ya
We zoomin' Matchbox 20 we boomin'
Bamboozled made your head spin
Hooked on to my rhymes
Got you locked
Girls with the clean spot
divided by the meaning and the wound that they made
This is not the first time, it won't be our last fight
I have twenty reasons to love you
I have twenty
Rockers on twenty-three chrome
You got your gun on you
I hate it if you done left it at home
Cause six is blasting nice and fast
And better clean your
a stain
I done lost it all got nothing to
Lose I make my llama bang
Niggas say it's beef and I don't see
It I just see 50 packs 50 him
50 him by the night
them packs
In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum
Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up
Always online stay connected like a modem
He tryna' snap
remember gym class mile runnin pourin sweat/ MatchBox 20 yep and Alanis Morissette/ I remember open chest and recordin on cassette/ Free State who?! All day
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
easy, just recite this shit
Ight I'll give it a shot
Yeah it'll probably take
Twenty one
Take what?
Twenty what
Twenty one days
I got all these
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