Lyrics:
'Cris
'Cris, f'real man
Fuck you, nigga, man, fuck you
Fuck you too! What you want to do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down
Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
The lonely groups of company boys snapping pics
Of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
These are children
trouble at all
No trouble
Now there must have been some laughter
Among the Philistines
At the sight of this scrawny little shepherd
Coming out
the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin' white boy, scrawny and always ornery
got scrawny legs
And knobbly knees
For all we know
The gal's got fleas
She can't even fly
No, that won't do
So say goodbye
She's not for you
Main
roll them 7′s out go
Head and tuck your dice
Crack your skull never seemed sicker
In your fuckin life see I don't hustle white
Scrawny but my knuckles
Gaston
For there's no one as burly and brawny
As you see I've got biceps to spare
Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny
That's right!
And every last
the play
Lil' ol' scrawny nigga, for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I
a barbeque...
Then seven scrawny ones came along- then GULP!
The big fat cows were gone.
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Then I dreamt I was in front of a large group of people,
in my
and scrawny
You don't tell no lies then I can fuck with you only
I turn you up and you gon' never be lonely (yeah)
I want a Rolls-Royce, I want a Maybach
I
I was 16 when we first laid eyes
Scrawny little fucker yeah I was that guy
And you was down for the weekend
I was down for the greeting
And your
sword
Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad
His lady's crazy and it bugs me
Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly
[Ludacris]
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT
I
today different
Went from bucket, brake scrappin', to swinging like Kenny Griffin
I was scrawny than a motherfucker
When I was younger, got my weight
slaves and sellin' cotton
And waitin' for the Robert E, Lee
(It was never there on time)
I'll go back to the Swanee
Where pellagra makes you scrawny
the spell of my scrawny body
Soil to skin, my next of kin
Damp air grasped, stole the words
And greeted me with a hiss
This is forgiveness, so I know
just to cry
Fightin' to survive, just to get ideas out
When niggas was hungry, couldn't afford the big house
Niggas was scrawny, somebody break
to something
But III'm up to nothing
My God I believe I'm running
And I don't know where we're going to
Uh, and I remember back when
I was just a little scrawny
man?.what the hell else is there to do?
I want a mission, not a gig or a good time, I want a mission
Scrawny stiff legs and despair come walkin my way with
sprout
Looking like I'm straight out of Comic-Con, scrawny don
Hungry Ramadan, my mama wrong
She don't think I got a job, but I'ma make great cheese
into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed
He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy
No one suspected he was
creation
Born, of sour milk
Cocaine filth
You stepped your heels in broken glass
So I could kick your scrawny ass
And all the drugs and all the burns
Tell my horse
He said broads call me Vaughny
I make sure I throws 'em back if they's too scrawny
Or boney, phoney MCs use a stand-in
Leave him hangin
the moss
Nigga, CEO, status, I'm defined as a boss//
They say I'm bar-heavy
Scrawny niggas can't lift 'em, cause my bars heavy
Time to go to war, it's
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