Lyrics:
? What you want?
You’ve got goals, you’ve got choice, yeah you know, yeah you know
Wanna scream, wanna shout so let it go, let it go
Fuck em all, fuck em
through in life
And if you're being honest with yourself, do you got peace of mind
Yeah, uh, cause He don't want you dead inside
He don't want you dead
matter anyway
It don't matter even if you want it to
I got nothing to say
When your life is a waste
You don't matter and you've got nothing left
So keep
by the wickedest
Everyday you live, you gotta fight
You got to stand your ground
If you want it you got to rise and take it
Got to wake up, you
do, I guess that don't apply to you, Augustlus throwin away the emperor groove. I'm sorry but you've thrown off the emperor's groove. sorry!
It's too
got scars that no one sees
Let me see those hands if you've ever felt incomplete
You haven't been yourself in months and nobody's noticed once
But
Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy
So, how ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya want it we
player number nine if you want Eauzone to win it
Almost every single time O-line be getting smoked
But that's okay with me 'cause I read the book of Job
yeah, yeah)
To get water from a faucet, you've got to turn it
And if you want my love, if you want my love
You've got to earn it (Earn it, earn it
take you to space
I can smell you from miles away
Wanna see you in lingerie
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You've got it, I want it
When I'm willing
a black Suburban like I'm in the congress
Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper
Yeah, you might've thought we was in the tropics
If you got a problem, we can
your ready to choose
Either win or you lose, and I luh to win
Even if it means I got to shed blood again
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't
Flip it then I hit with the moves, call it check mate
This my song, say what I wanna
Blood flow cold, you could call me an iguana
Melting my mind like
exchange
Between Louis Farrakhan and
CBS'S Mike Wallace
You got to Nigeria, which is
If not the most corrupt nation
In Africa and it is
It could be the most
Oh you've got it down to a science
Oh you've got it down to a science
Oh you've got it down to a science
Its not your fault everything is dying
mutual between us
And what we have is so strong (So strong)
But I don't want to put us through this
But if we want real love, we gotta do it
My heart
traits in our blood
Jesus to over power it
This life never gets-regular
Cause the price paid even surmounts a VIP
You've got infinite possibilities
But
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
Tank top on, I don't care if my fashion is bad
Know I'm real, got a passion for rap
Number 27, it's attached to my back
Mama told me to stop acting like
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
you’ve been chopped and screwed and cheated
you’ve got an appetite for blood, and now you’re ready for a feast
It ain’t wrong to want to bite the hand
you ain't been washed
Know you've been bought
If you've never been cleansed by the blood
You can think you've got it all
You ain't got nothing
If you
honey
Lay me down tonight
Down there by the shore
My eye is sugar, baby want some more? (oh oh oh)
You've got it, Lolita
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Run up on you when I'm moody
Pull up on you like Akuji
End it faster than an uzi
Runnin' real fast
All we tote is gats
Got demons from hell uh
No
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