Lyrics:
(Two border patrol officers)
Yo man what is that over there man...
I dunno dawgs...
Go, go through it, go through it...
Oh man oh (Gets
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Ballz, where is Late Night Money Making
You make me hot as hell, you probably sunburn Satan
I want it for myself, the money I'm taking
Cause I ain't
the fuckups too
My boy Austin, who's in a
Band called Slow Hollows
Is really sick with guitar he's playing
On three songs on the
Album, and the things that
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
(Jean, wake up)
The devil keeps me in a prison, hot as hell and locked away
I don't know my way around, they tell me "It's this way"
Infected with
jeans sagin
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south we some ghetto stars
When we havin sex it's minashatwa
[Lil' Flip]
Down south I hope y'all know it's hot as hell
This world's waiting on my Rolly
Hell yeah, you tell Satan that
I pray to the Lord, pray to the most high
Penny for my thoughts
You'll get a monkey for
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
'cause I'm not stupid, I don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin'
on into the wolfman howlin at the moon
All about that Personality Crisis you got
It while it was hot
But now frustration and heartache is
What you got "
yo
Ay yo, if you ridin' wit me, you betta come wit that energy
I'm influenced by one of the greatest that ever did it
Celebrate the life of D-M-X
I was
Got me feeling like a fucking dog
It's outside house and bars
Aquarius Killer Curry is a fuckin' god
Backwards nigga no facade
I'm from a place where
peace to Takeoff
Rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, DMX and Nate Dogg
Everybody that passed last decade, labels are like death pays
Posthumous album, that's
of fire always getting shot down
Look at how far I came by spitting these raw poems
Detailing the battlefield my dairy is a warzone
DMX told me that it’s
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
and give me somethin' to burn
That boy 'kiss is a hell of a man
Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a hell of a plan
'Cause most dudes left
to the back, sold out, one night
That's the way it is when you done it right
Take time to drop a album
Don't just be buyin' beats from everybody
Cause everybody
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
twice
A balance between god and bone
If hell is hot, then heaven's cold
Like a battle of blood, no side wins
Do the best you can just to avoid a life
can do the boogie man
You're not a rookie man
You can do the butt, the bump
Or the running man
It's kind of like what it is, what it was and what it
reason (I did)
If i'm not tired at night ima go outside my window and chill (Maybe, Gah Damn!)
'Cause that shit fire as hell (It is)
Easier to kill opps
dont compare
Run circles round rappers
Leave an mc squared
Im from an era of ninety eight Red n Meth
Life was dark n hell was hot birthed DMX
If you
And that ain't even pressure
That ain't effort (This shit is easy)
Don’t make me DMX you (Huh?)
And see you with my dawg at war
’cause he'll stretch you
I go back to doing anything in rap for a G unless
I black but niggas like DMX, don't bark, it's dark and Hell is hot like a furnace is
When I was 16
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