Lyrics:
First you say you want me
Flirt around and haunt me
Hold me til my blood starts to storm
Quickly things get chilly
You turn around and ask him
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
and salute him when his birthday comes
For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun
He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
colors show the glory
Of the Master Artist's plan
Built by god for those who love Him
Those who trust the great "I am"
Those who trust the great "I am"
rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, dat way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em
Don't you understand what that means?
It means quit lusting after your neighbor
That's a heck of a life
You get to love your children in front
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
I get to busting like I'm a thirty ought six
When I'm ripping the beat up, but then I heard he got pissed
When I got at the top and they made him
to mine
On Sunday
My day off
You know, Franz, I believe that artist is drawing us
Huh? Who?
Monsieur's friend
Monsieur would never think
La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (artist)
Nigga, damn
true artist
Makes him aware that our Nation falls
Short of it's highest potential
I see little of more importance to
The future of our country and
Our
I personally feel like the likkle artist name Assassin have a great future ahead of him yuh know.
Definitely!
Yuh know I mean? Him have a lot
rapper
Slash Billie Holiday, how it happen?
Artist and repertoire saw him in action
Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him
Told him, "Reenact him, you
Alright, look pon General B eh him a tek tings too personal
Him a talk bout inna di business bout how rasta box man
So weh mi talk bout how yuh get robbed
Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did
One supposes
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome
He wore
Every artist woulda 'fraid of us
Teddy bruk shut weh inna Shotta, say him a star
Tek the seven million, tek the house, tek the car
When me hold him
the young girls sing
Remember as you bleed for the artist
He only goes the hardest way
And as you plead for him to start this
You live to hear
Rudie come from jail 'cause rudie get bail
Rudie come from jail 'cause rudie get bail
You frame him your cell, things he didn't do
You rebuke
Rudie come from jail 'cause rudie get bail
Rudie come from jail 'cause rudie get bail
You frame him your cell, things he didn't do
You rebuke
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