Lyrics:
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
(Where's the love)
(Where's the love)
My mama asked me why I never vote never vote
'Cause police men want me dead and gone (Dead and gone)
That election
flow through your keys into another wasted soul
New opinions have been paid in full
By established anti-everythings who wait for you to drool
Over your
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
were just following orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By
orders
Or were taught to do it
Instead saying no, many would just go and do it
While Black Wall street was bombed to the ground
By airplanes because
Nails black eyes black looking like a snack
Only fuck dead hoes necoremaniac
Blunt wrapped lungs black
Dead boy on the track
I choose this life
yourself
Every time you put my shit on, these beats I never miss on
And when I'm dead and gone just know these words are gonna live on
The same kid they
When I was tryna put a key in doors
You was probably at home banging cod on ps4
But I ain't gotta put a cd in and let the cd spin
In the hood you can
Haters want me dead, but you tricks gotta bury me
Drinkin hennessey, full of herb, mentally I'm gone
Ready man to ride for my side if they right or wrong
poppin' champagne, drinkin' till I'm jumpin' out the window,
Ha ha If the autotune's gone bet they'll all tune in
So I'mma do it bigger than an Audemar
While havoc wreakin' like my cologne, It's gettin' strong
But it's fragrantly desired by dishonorable foes
Think they took over a home
'Cause the land we
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
ever gave a fuck about is us
Forget your on the tele
What you know about puttin' out 3
CDs before you were 20
You know that you heard of me
What you know
his sin
Taking his head
He returns to the dead
To burn in Hell
Headless Horseman
Rider in black
Galloping on 'til the night is gone
Headless Horseman
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
some avaricious devils, media is they disguise
What the fuck is going on
All our leaders dead and gone
Tired of singing this song
Time that we care for
a CD of your favourite song
Put it on
Burn it up, up, up
Burn it up, up, up till he's gone
Crash a car and have a little more fun
Rob a bank we could
die smokin'
Go to the funeral, my homie's dead
He passed away got caught up in the
Wrong place, got blasted, hey
It's just anotha part of bein' black
It
me, hitting this reefer
I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
hoes spittin wicked shit is ridiculous
Back off, jack off, ya'll ain't spooky
Bitin' my CD's like they delicious cookies
> From Sicily, France, back
with too much sugar
Ranks, I blew right through em
Blanks, I wouldn't write on
So can you leave the light on?
That's the only way the keys can lead
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