Lyrics:
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
Lil Toad is gonna be dead
Lil Toad all asleep in his bed
Pick up a hammer and bash in his head
Put his corpse in the shed
Man his pillow turned red
gonna - make it - when you’re - down you - gonna - fucking - see
hammer - in the - game
hammer - in a - brain
hammer - in a - head i - hit it - hammer -
Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
What the hammer? What the chain
Flexus
I'm disrespectful
I got them bands
I got the hammer
Up in my hands
I got that water
And we on land
I'm getting hot
I need a fan
Beat on that
hoo-ray
Hammer in the louie duff
Take a nigga bitch she give me brains until I knew enough
Bullets come too fast to adjust
I dont give a fuck about my
it's a new day
We the champions, nigga hoo-ray, yeah
Hammer in the Loui'd duff'
Take a nigga bitch, she gave me brains until I knew enough
Bullet
Save up every dime
Everybody know I'm bout to blow like a bomb
Boom pull up in the '96 Impala, vroom
Hammers in the stash box dirty, broom
The holster in
the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches
Millions
the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches
Millions
the sun
We die every time we run
Every time we run
We're like the hammer and the anvil
Colliding in the dark
We're like the hammer and the anvil
Waiting,
got a hammer going in my head that will not quit
Don't think I am upset, even though we just just met, don't think, I'm coming down
Everybody's a judge,
to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they
Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of toast
The seats is like butter in it
No hammers in the club, box cutter in it
Long money and big checks
Get popped
one for the team
Gat like Bob the Builder, handy-mandy, hammer in my jeans
I was born and I ain't choose the streets, the streets chose me
I was born
gon' run to the mansion
They be on the run for a murder
They just gon' run to the mansion
We got the drums for the hammers
They need the drugs in
You come on close to this hammer in my hand.”
Hold him steady right there while I hit him … huh!
Oh, reckon that ought-a get him
ferociously batter and hammer in stone
Like a hammer beating to the ground
Laid out beside her juxtaposed with sound
Focusing on what is left
Reminisce of what
speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than
just a youngin' runnin' 'round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin' like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
'Fore the popo get the gun, put it
won't escape Satan's hammer
Come on evil, take me in your black embrace
Come on evil, spread your demon wings
Come on Christians, say your prayers
You
Uh
Fuq' got the weed, Marl' got the gun
They say numbers don't lie, bitch, I'm not the one
Hammers in your face, this is not a dream
And you're
Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they're where you land
With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs
There's nothing I can do
So you loved that girl to death
And you're scared to take a breath
It's like everything you've dread
Swings are hammer in
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