Lyrics:
album out in HipHop and I'm still Heatin' up tHe crockpot
Platinum plaques tHat I ain't Hung yet
You got opinions no acHievements
Type of niggas make
why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from
Shit get real, in a second
Dark nights, gunfights, shit and piss on the subway
He can lose his life in a eerie minute of one day
Live my whole
every year in south Asia
STOP!
Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking
MADNESS!
An estimated 2 million children have been killed in armed conflicts
a few Ms in his life, it's
A couple things I still gotta figure out
Word to 2 Chainz, I spent a big amount
Of all my spare time registerin' with
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
think they can't be outdone
Well put your thoughts together and put out a decent album
The outcome
You out son
Shut up and live it out dumb
Got 5
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
Yeah, uh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Watch me get gone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Amerikkkan I don't want hand vibe
I want my hand
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til the bubble pops
Hold my breath
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
König in der Nacht
Komm mit Eko Fresh und fick mit ihm die Königin der Nacht
Dein neues Album ist gefloppt und eure Fans wurden enttäuscht
Wir sind
Shout
"I was hoping that somebody
Would say that, um
'Shout' was the single for '84
In the sense that there have been
There were so many protest
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
right true
I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys, pipes, in rallies
What you do now?
Now I catch
We all live and die
We fight so long to rise against the pain
Too much bloodshed on our streets
We wash our hands, we're dripped in rain
Tryna make
In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
to be humble
When I do the breaststroke through an underground tunnel
And come up on the other side in a Jacuzzi
Being greeted by two naked models with
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