Lyrics:
Haåland
How many times has a man seen Hypez ST on the mains and thought lemme spar him
That's a big fat lie I don't roll with the 44 or Big Mac 10 for
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
and stick up ya mans
Paper by any means gone always be the motto full throttle
As I swerve of with a fist full of cash no clint eastwood
But the dirty harry
of drunkenness, full of pride jealousy and hate
Then one day he up and died
cnd went to see St Peter at the Pearly Gates
St Peter said you're not welcome here
the best of me
In the church
Of the streets
I found my crew of deadbeats
Where the bum fights
Under street light
Turn up the St t t t Stereotype for the L L
It's a nickel for the fiddler
It's a nickel for his tune
It's a nickel for the tambourine
Kind of afternoon
It's a high holiday on the 21st
1. Welcome to the 21st century
Welcome, welcome
21st century
2. 6 years - 6 nights
I wait six years - I wait six nights
Wind this rope - a second
She's beautiful
It's clear
I've thought things that have sealed my fate
To think in the first place is folly
By the time it's been done, it's too late
hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St
hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St
she's worried bout drive bys
In Chateau of St. Louis where only the strong survive
Searching for piece of mind I guess I'll find it with that gold
Was
to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of blues, and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
So
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
The block Pop So The Strip Full
Rocks, Gotta Fist full
Boy Pop Shit That Hot Shit I Gotta Clip Full
When I Start Sparkin'
It Be Barkin' Like Pitbulls
away!
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
shops and parks are never full, 'cause
We're still stuck in work and school
It's not Christmas, almost
That starts December 1st, I'm talkin'
Not Quite
Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
All a Nigga know is SEX, MONEY & DRUGS
Fuck da other side, bitch it ain't no love
My family tree is full of killaz
Drug dealers and thugs
When I was
Its me and surf
Mi hermano
As he passing im talking
Well
Thinking
Thinking bout the old s**t
Thinking bout the grown s**t
Then he passing the papers
Im
A noble fleet of whalers
Went sailing from Dundee
Well manned by British sailors
To work upon the sea
On a western ocean passage
None can but can
the mistakes you did call me and I'll come nevertheless
Forever by your side like drums and bass
Let's make melody of your life be full of grace
You are so
Florida killer
Big Time hustla big dope dealer
Calio, Melphomene, Magnolia killa
Big time hustla, big dope dealer
St. Bernard, St. Thomas, Chris killin'
to himself and he cussed
He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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