Lyrics:
no playin' with a full deck
[Chorus: x2]
Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make mo
Elton John or Lionel Richie
Call up my butler, get clothes washed by the maid
Ivory soap; this is clean; feel like Cascade
I count the bills, roll
Your mother's callin, for WIC checks, she soundin wack
I bought your first food, high-class, you was rude
House with no heat on, with slippers on,
Drive by you know it's a drive by
Fast life living in the fast life
Five times doing it like five times
Climate baby yeah I'm climbing
I'm keeping it
the other
My other baby's mother
No time for undercover disguise
Cause they both had my eyes
Both born into world of lies
Two lives
Separated by one block
One
Power station by the river
Grinding slowly to a stop
Clock still ticking on the mantle
Flames still flicker on the log
Coffee brewing in
the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin'
This
Could be something big!
[Ludacris]
Luda! Don't change the station,
I've been impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the Danger Zone.
They turn to BET, I'm on BET
I'm on MTV, I'm on the E! Channel
With the girls goin' wild
I'm on the radio station
I'm on the movie screen
I'm selling
I here about the police in Brooklyn?
Turn this jam up yo
Yo this is the type of jam that be getting No Airplay
I want the whole world to hear this
(really don't matter)
And I'm homeless on the street (on the street oh Lord)
And I'm sleeping in Grand Central Station (okay)
It's okay if you're
A handsome stranger
Gave me a ride
He had a suitcase full of lies
That he sold me
I sensed no danger
When I was there right by his side
He said I
to see my moms
my mom started trippin' 'bout my stinkin' ass bombs
Stopped at the gas station, get it pumped by the bums
See some niggas that ain't like
country station just a blaring on the radio
Pick him up at seven and they're headin' to the rodeo
Momma's on the front porch screamin' out her warning
the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I
know
What it is to have to know, know, know, know, know
(When the answer becomes no, no, no, no, no, no
Then we Ragnarok for Od', Od,' Od', Od', Od',
and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company
The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off
(really don't matter)
And I'm homeless on the street (on the street oh Lord)
And I'm sleeping in Grand Central Station (okay)
It's okay if you're
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight
your cattle coming in,
Boy they're looking mighty fat and slick
I saw fred at the service station
Told me that his wife is awful sick
You heard my
And no one will be listening you'll know
She knows by now you don't clap
When it comes to my music
Why should I forgo insight
My lungs are in the top
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
no playing with a full deck
[Chorus: x2 Ice Cube]
Lord please, murder my enemies (Yeah)
Burn em at a thousand degrees
And lord please let me make
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