Lyrics:
killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin
blows by
We can climb a rope ladder to heaven
cnd everyone will wonder why
We have our heads in the clouds
We could live in a Treehouse
Ya know, I can
I'll be riding with will smith, chillin with the prez
not sitting at the drug store popping cherry pez
but fuck that shit cuz its time to rap
throw
Grab a hold of your heart and visualize it's a kickin'
A hollow point slug comin' outta black biscuit
You ain't just from death, we round
but
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool
Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with
gakkin' up Back it up to some rat pack shit
Comin back at ya with another hit
Like JFK smokin' joints with the boys
Which end of the gun? it's your choice
all this blood, no time for talkin'
Have you ever seen a real life ghoul or goblin?
Payday in this bitch, got all heads bobbin'
Enchanted by
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya
to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots
Leave ya head like
to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots
Leave ya head like
saucy, yeah
Suit on like I'm Rothstein, yeah
I'm so saucy
Montana so saucy, yeah
One life, live it up, hate strong, fillin' up
Engine sound like
move Will Smith for you
This legend's a myth for you waves over your head I'm a quiff
Give that man work I'm a shift for you
Or do charity work as a quid
(The Might Ha: Hit him the head Voo)
Word to Uncle Buck
{Antionette}
Aiyo, bring up ya weight, make moves state to state
No debate, Antionette's
fuels everything
I hate business people people get on
The phone with me and tell
Me ya know like, 'What kind
Of business can you do
Though? What type
and crazy
And they won't stop til you're pushin' up daisies, uhh
[Chorus]
Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they
killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin
staring
I will never understand this society, first they try
to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now
to write me some mail
Just hold me down
Ya last name ain Smith
But I think you will
I Know they Say the love of money
Thats the root of all evil
I only love
Planet, Stankonia's on ya
Movin' like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your windows, then block the corridors
Pullin' off my belt 'cause
you roll
But don't step to M-E-D, because your rhymes will be fold
[Medaphoar]
Straight in all black on the attack be Medaphoar so freeze back
and a muhfuckin rapper
I like a man that can dress it up dapper
If a hoe talking slick do 'em like Will Smith run up all in her shit and slap her
When tsunami hit
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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