Lyrics:
screamin' rest In peace to your mans
But you ain't step by him
Walk him down, I just helped you out
Now you can rest by him
Sold a nigga five thousand blues
better Christmas than flying home and watching my mom scream at my brother about things that happened in '96 like just ... And I actually have like a crazy
you"
And whisper "That's why yo baby's ugly"
My wallet cost five hundred
It's filled with seven ones
And a dusty condom
I got from robbin' my brother's
a
Daughter to make it home to
And holmes you go to Chinese
Stores for fried rice
Me? I fly flights and stay
In China for five nights
I'm high price, I'm
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
and my socks, and my undies (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa, I'm too litty
Yeah, bitch look like Chinese kitty (yeah)
1942 in my section, no Remy (let's go)
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5
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
To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom
And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn
With ninety-nine others
Eight Chinese brothers
know so much about machine music, all this metal boy stuff
What's the best movie?
The red velvet in the theater
As I watch a good movie with my brother
would be there
Me and my sisters and brothers getting ready for bed
Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread
Mom's in plent jammies in
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
ass nigga somethin' like the son of sam
Goddamn I'm the man in my kicks from Japan
Brother man fifth low, and I do the disco oh
Understand me
We bout
you grow some balls like ms. Mann from Scary Movie
You banned from being mooly
I keep it black gutter white gutter
Chinese gutter by these
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Wherever you see 'em they slither
Whoever,
(ooh-oh, oh, oh, ooh-oh, oh, oh)
I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted
Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas
Family
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented Benz
Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats
tiny
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
the bottle down and then turned to search for the doorway that would
By memory, lead her toward the phone next to her chair in the living room
A straight
daughters, brothers against brothers
Corruption and disorder, we’re defined by others
Never took the time to find our identity
Looking to the media to find who
after who, I know it's not me (Not me)
I'm on the highway to heaven going top speed (Top speed)
I got my brothers in here with me, and they by me (By me)
Grab the weed, I got a story to tell
A couple years ago, it was Christmas
Night back in my hometown, wells
The snow fall, about an inch an hour
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