Lyrics:
dey get funky
Wit' the underground
Master ace get a taste
Bomb squad gettin' hard
Marley mart makin' hipper
Trax for Jack The Ripper
Pumpin' Eric
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Eric, look at me
Promise to rise again on the ninth night
Only day of the year
Inside this poltergeist frame
Rolls around and hit's some like he
I'm feeling nauseous and my head hurt, I'm feeling Toxic, pop pills make it better
And she told me by tomorrow I won't remember But it's hard
the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in
heart out till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find
now and I did too
Maybe we should catch up have a brew
Couple shots of Jager get some food
c year has gone by since that fun date
We got married
Damn, turn me up a little bit
God damn, Cannon
He ain't fuckin' around, boy, yeah
Here we go (let's go)
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door
heart out till cold gray dawn
Prayin' that you're lonely and you come here too
Hoping just by chance that I'll get a glimpse of you
Tryin' hard to find
96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
yeah)
You kill us up cold (Cold)
Muhfucka, you bold
Our stories get told (Told)
By our oppressors
And you play the victim, you feared for your life
Damn
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
who get up to go to work
The good Samaritans who don't need praising from the church
The single mamas still missing payments on the 1st
I know times is
say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, 'cause it's the mista
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
with a slow pose
Screwed up so my trunk throwin' slow blows
Hard enough to leave a passenger with a swole nose
In the heat of passion, 'bout
Ahh...
I`m here and it`s clear I`m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain`t Kojak or Dr. Suess
It`s the kid
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
by and had thoughts ah rapin' that
nah my mind was buggin', eased up to the rump
I wanted to exchange some words with this chick
and not come off
Jesus opened up my heart.
Took away my burdens and my cares.
ct the Little White Church on the HiIl
He let me know his love was real
Jesus saved my soul
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
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