Lyrics:
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
walking
Like a dead man walking
Three old men dancing under her lamp lights
Shaking their sex in the bones
And the boys that we were
An alien nation
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
"What do you think is going on here?"
The old man said from his chair
"Do you think this is anything new? Now look here son
This is just like it was
the street
They chased me into an alley
And said I was a dead fucking goat meat
But then I saw a sight
That I never thought I'd see
The Old Man
Pizza Ranch bread, got an eyeball on my head
I just murdered this beat, man this shit is fuckin' dead (Woo)
D-line always talkin' so much shmack
Sayin',
a Butterfly my newest shit
Effective rumor is the way I proven it
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look this clean, I'm a classic man
Callin'
understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in
doing, what we was counting
Nothing but old pictures of old sixes
Old BM's with the kids, old snitches
Two sides, both wishes
Karma is the sister
walking
Like a dead man walking
Three old men dancing under her lamp lights
Shaking their sex in the bones
And the boys that we were
An alien nation
person, living or dead, or actual events, is purely Coincidental
This is a Shockocracy, this is satire, but Not Sees are real
It's not hard
To be a bard
sorrow's marching all the way with me,
Telling me I'm old now since I lost my man
Since I lost my man.
Old man sorrow's sitting by the fireside,
Lying
takin' over the game
Like I had an actual hand missin', but I only need one to clap
Animal ambition, the only butt-fuckin' way that your strapped is for
understand is understood well that's good
On equal planes we can bring forth gain
Rise the dead, from the graves of slaves
Fly the head, of the men in
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
sharp edge is a mans best hedge
Against the vague uncertainties of life
But I never could sharp an old knife
Like the one who gives the advice
And I never
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then left for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
A statue of a man eating dragon scares the children
A man can eat a dragon and his loins will scare the women
His car is an aquarium
Rotting sea creatures
a good reason why I'm going to leave
Family and personal relationships out
Of this book
Because this book is way too great
For love and that love is
Pretty
is, I'm dead and he is rattled
He said it's 10 bandz, i say it's 10 grand
My mama need to eat, man it sound like a plan
And I really need that and I
Push over the old fling
Man don't wanna dead ting
Know you always gon come by
I can be your new ting
West side flexing
Never gonna waste your time
sin
He looked at the old man and shot underneath his shaking chin
He couldn't feel a thing he was numb as his dead kin
He grabbed Von's bag and made his
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