Lyrics:
to be anounced
They're getting ready
Yeah I think their getting ready to go into the court room
Mr. Franklin, how can you say you promote christian
for a job
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, ha'
Too old, too old, he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Too old, too old, he's too old to cut the mustard anymore
He's getting' too old, he's done got too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
The features of the faces
Cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
The features of the faces
Cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
to cut the mustard anymore
(He's getting) too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Oh, you ain't gotta know where the big seat ends
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
he said
Let me see, it's here in my folder
Oh shit, you're twenty years older
Still hot, but getting a lot colder
And you wanna cut a what with
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
dagger, and cut me free, cut me free
Cut me free
Hey
Hey!
You don’t love me, you just want to suffocate me
So hand me your blankets and take your
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist
She don't look back
She can
you artists do
I see what is true
Sitting there, looking everyone up and down
Studying every move like you see something different, like your eyes
where the ladder at
Pull up the urinal organs up in your bladder cat
Approachin you with shriller rhetoric, as if you had a sac
Now crews down for it,
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said, your old courthouse is kinda run down
He said,
of the faces cut in unmoving stone
Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening
True disciples
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
loud, roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about
We still the same old, same
People getting down to the sound of the underworld
People getting down to the sound of the underworld
Getting down, down
People getting down
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