Lyrics:
niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies
time is money
Could say I'm stacked with clocks
Don't get your gum stuck
Boy, you needa wreck a check
Done did some dumb stuff
But I ain't got no
boy
so keep your mind on your business
the streets don't love you naw
so keep your game legit
she say she love you for life
you gettin cash by the K
she
a boy called Craig,
Found a dead body on the flats with his mates' [x2]
it didn't take Craig and his mates that long to dig up the grave,
Even With two
with my brothers
That flouride get you like them
Fresh clothes fit you
Words never see the lights until them
Rappers spit you and I'm out
Just like your
rafting the boy eyeballs fall out his glasses (Woah)
Uh, I just dropped a gold bar up in Gold Yard
They thought I was quarterback how I was throwin' yards
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
won't make no laws, I break their laws till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate
streets alone"
And, I been told you that we both on
Now, you wanna let a broke nigga drag you to your grave?
I'm sorry, now, you on your own
Havin' my
done now
If do lie about the really funky shit I've gone by
But no boy I've gotta watch out
Sorrow is gonna make me fall in love with a porn star
Gotta
the sun and the moon shinin'
At the same time
This God's way, you dug your own grave
The righteous path was laid
But you chose to go astray
Ay, out
Mmm
Worlasi
Cucaracha (Racha)
Boys wan' strike but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha, racha,
motherfucker for the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
as soon as you release your new album im goin to kill myself becasue I hate you
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you pick up the goddamn phone, I think im
The big boy move, the tunes will get fill out
Stand there and watch your rave get dig out
I spit fire that'll burn mans wig out
Keep hating me because
Don't fuck around in tha grave and yo
Brains'll be hangin' damaged by
Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin', playa hatin'
It's getting contagious,
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
conscious of its darkness.)
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand death?
Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth.
How
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
falls
While this album tells the same shit, not my fault
I tried the methods someones preventing it nothings a call
I'm hated by God
Made me want to fall
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