Lyrics:
drunken men with killer faces
I'm known for simmering the mean gravy
Gleam crazy, my mind's hazy
New York made me
The most official, to holster pistol
I'm gonna take myself down to my local cafe
Gonna get smashed out of my mind, gonna waste myself away
Gonna drink and drink and sink into that dark
strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
From hustling and busting them rhymes
Ro my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
the mind strikes like the nine strikes
A priest by May
You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
J-E, Rrrah-you it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do
mind like Eve and Gwen,
Don't speak to him
He get offended by words,
And I send him a bird
Get them disturbed
While they got in they cars
And defending
Listenin' to me
Then this is what you'll find
Inside my mind's contents
It reads like Chronicles 13
The Constitution
The Kama Sutra
Morrison, La Ruda
Buddha
by it, I am the gun
I’ll survive when the panics sprung
Don’t mind my frantic run
Bullets fly by and the damage done
None of my amazement when this
at my joke
Nigga pass the Patrón
I think I'ma go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rover
Ménage on my mind (ayy), I've been on my grind
on my mind, so baby talk to me
You took her she went from the ghetto streets
To executive streets electronic beeps, two-way pagers, Palm 7's, M-11's
dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
on all my business
Ridin' wit a smith and then that bitch got an extension
If we locked in, we 4L, baby ain't no switchin
Shut up bout yo mans when you wit
never had a verse that's weak that's word to Cal
You can go and ask him
That's my bro and always has been
Live with so much pain that I really need
funk flex
Certain tests, I flunked them
Took my problems and hung
My mind is the embodiment of Skeletons and dungeons
Shabazz sees the vision so clearly
reader just spittled
Eyes low, nigga tote a smith like Milo
Niggas act pussy
I thought you niggas was guys though
Absent dad, they need guidance
I spilt
Written by jay kay and toby smith
Love ya
I need ya
I think i want to squeeze ya
Nightly so tightly, girl you know you really blow my mind
Say
after time
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
Yeah yeah yeah
Emmanuel Smith uh ah
T to the yah yah yah
T to the yah yah
Say T to the yah yah
Yeah
Free my mind and be free
Free my mind and be me
Thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer
Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair
Half-asleep hoppin' out of my
the heart is, so you know I hold it down
I'm from Lovely Lithonia, living East of Atlanta
Momma made me mind my manners
But I got that country grammar
Sipping
filled my mind with awe,
Enthral my heart -
Distract me from her milk-white hands
Stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By
I'm on a bye
Another flight swear by now I should've touched the sky
Switched the wardrobe on em I guess I'm gettin' fly
You know I never really cared
they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head,
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