Lyrics:
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
excellence in his musical career day by day.
PERSONAL LIFE
Family
Osings is single, he was born to Mrs. Irene Wondo (Mother) and Mr. Osings Didmus
musical career day by day.
Osings is single, he was born to Mrs. Irene Wondo (Mother) and Mr. OsingsDidmus (Father). He is the second last born in
the Superbowl Shuffle
This is Speedy Willie
And I'm world class
I like running
But I love to get the pass
I practice all day
And dance all night
I gotta get
you did
I hooked you up with my girl and shit you fucked her every time you see her
You don't even say shit to her, you know what I'm saying
And all
by Willie Lynch
Jim Crow and Uncle Sam
Military on land
Lynching hanging us
And they told us the
Black Panthers was dangerous
Martin protest in peace
ready to kiss my ass
I go to the club, man, it's no cash
That black card make them chicks move fast
Can you hear me now? Can you see me now?
I throw
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
her leg
Pissed on the carpet, shitted by the door
Psycho Les is out
You don't wanna hear no more
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
The hooker
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
Well damn, how
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
fucked up what you did, I hooked you up wit my girl
and shit you fucked her 8 times you see her you don't say SHIT to her
you know what I'm sayin?
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out
The story begins in
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzlin'
It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck with me
'Cause I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is
dreaming
Any Given Sunday, Mr. Willie Beamen
Miami Shark, throwing up on the defense
I should of went to school, ‘cause I would of made Deans’ List
Instead I
I decided I would write a country song
I'm an old rock 'n' roller, what could go wrong
My Nashville friend said let me see what you got
I said, is it
that I was dead
Mr. Taitt in seventh grade you saved my life
Fed my intellect and taught me wrong from right
Now that I'm much older I see you were
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