Lyrics:
without them draws
They don't get ner' dime
And if you ain't with it, fuck yah
Yah don't know tech n9ne
I 'ma highlander, til I die
On Midwest Side
Never
too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your
never hit me in a text
I take that as disrespect
So now I'm gonna diss this set of celebs
Just for the Swift effect
Don't care whether it's correct
This
trips
Hit's model chicks without the bread
Moet bottles flip, I'm out my head yeah
Okay no more for me fuck it, one more for me
Send another round around
got a dub
Bitch I move by the moon
Smoke like the sun
I know that I don't need a tomb
I don't need a gun
Because this world is hell already but we do
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
shut the fuck up bitch
its Infamous
you're ass betta not scream
don't make me hafta wipe
urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets
I'm gonna burn you
not to call you half the time
Cuz' I wonder what I'd do without you by my side
Cuz' I was always yours and you were mine
I take one to the head,
do me no harm to have me a bit
A bit of diversion
Well, I was playing it cool
As I do as a rule
When the barman was calling for time now
Begob and she
Bring me two turkeys back like it's Thanksgiving
That's how we do in Texas my nigga, so how you livin'
Up in the game since the early 90's
Never sleep
Kirk cold blooded killer wit no burner on him
Come on you don't believe he murdered Tyrone
I believe you wasn't there you just heard it by phone
And the truth can't get through to the electorate, we're still gettin' duped
By the pundits that they choose, don't like the view, then call it fake news
But they
polluted by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
and Paul’s crib with the pool in the back
Long UD drive reminding me of when Sky was still alive
I never thought it’d feel this good to be back
In the burg
I
died tonight?
What if I...
[Bizzy Bone]
I really don't know what you want me to say
I really don't know what you want me to do
But just get away from
The adventures of Miss Money Jane
Everybody's oldest girlfriend
Don't let that chick get inside your head
And play games with your mind (check it
To be patched up by the nurse
Who's carrying the baggage in
For the private patients first
And the doctor's praying to Buddha,
"Send me to another
her favorite song and she gon' do what she do
My favorite flavor
Don't go without me
How could you blame us
This shit ain't hard to a pimp
Break my
of hell
Trust me there's not enough stories in existence
About this red shit bath that I could tell
Don't do it
Seriously
Drugs, drugs, druggy drug drugs
Lookin' for a recipe but never really had it
Paul Bunyan on a scallion, I don't just do Italian, it's just one of my talents
My knife's a rusty talon, just
a money machine
Your girl like Gumby, how she bends over, fuck me
It seems that I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
and journalists that don't like people like me
Would they keep me out of family events? It's likely
And all that's showed me is religion strikes me
As something I
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