Lyrics:
the ride
To the end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
The feds
the ride
To the end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
The feds
I’ll bring EM
If I got to battle A.I,
Sick crossover, but only body cross the line better than him, is Em
Everybody pissed off, cause he’s taking
Still spray u niggaz like off
Then spend 3 weeks at a loft
I'm Johnny cage in shade
Lu Kane wit the Jays
Scorpion wit a squorpio
I'm the Don the you
that body, scar up that body
Should I kill him now Ton'? I said probably
Side bets, I form better
Bust hammers with pot holders
And yo, dead a cow for
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
[Verse One]
Seconds after I have been swept off my feet
Open through the doors and in steps the beat
Complete with medical packs and four fours
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
you done messed, what you summoning
Kicking my feet up, bringing the heat up
Can't hear what you say, better learn how to speak up
Like when I speed
me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been trying to get the bacon
By making a brother into something he is not
And you're better off
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
sent you to meet him
I'm the devil on all of them rides
Told em keep on that vest imma flocc at ya mind
Better off pickin a side
Might die in the middle
something
Could of been dead in these streets cause I'm outside
I'm really dead in these streets
I'm from a city
Where you gotta fight for your feet's
I'm in
dead,?Better far instead,
On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four five,?Hunt the hare and turn her?Down the rocky road?And all the ways
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on the railin'
Sittin' in front of the country store
Discussin' how the crops were failin'
better be the one you betting on
Smoking weed till I'm headed home
Counting money till I'm dead and gone (Dead and gone)
She wanna suck out my soul
I can
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to Dublin
One two three four
fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape
Cause you worked your feet as you
number ya days
It be eight to your face, then pull off in a wraith
It be 0 to 60 in 2.3, bitch I got 223's
Firin' blow em to smithereens
Bitch u ain't
about it, then stand by
I’m not upcoming, I’m top 5
4, 3, 2, 1, raise the sun
Your birth is your spirit and your life is a test
Manifest your destiny
Feet dangle off the yacht edge
Stocks higher than a pothead
Don’t smoke
Not sure what they blowin’ on
Four non blondes and me
What you think is
All these voices in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead
But I don't listen to all that
Blah blah blah blah blah
All that talking shit
Blah
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