Lyrics:
On the artichoke we fed him
Left for dead with a pretend suicide note
Cowrote by the denizens of dope
Part 3:
So many fools to lambast rapping half-mast
Kraken
stung by the Beez then I'll decompose ya
Trouble on my mind, Pusha T for Potus
Can't stand these vultures, feeling lightheaded like I'm Sammy Sosa
I was
a glock up your sleeve but up mine is an ace
Or it might be you, like a flea always
Below my knees trynna bite on me
But either way I'll slap you off of me
the knapsack, headed straight outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doing hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little
One shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
Call up my driver I'm ready to go
Skip all the lines, I go straight to the do'
When I walk in, I put on a show
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
(yeah)
After every round with a blade I chop (yeah, yeah)
Three quarters a box and I'm whippin' the rock
Straight drop 'til the yola locks (yeah, yeah,
the music of the land
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
Gonna mulch it deep and low
Gonna make it fertile ground
Plant your rows straight
pinned down by lies and rumors
Tried to 123 the Kid, now I'm laughin in they face
Tell em Hardy har har, that's just the twist of fate now hold up
3
company
But he ended up going straight with the company
So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone
Gettin' the bad news that dude was tryna leave my
Early in the morning baby
Yea
Yea
Yea
Woke up like three still got the beat on repeat
Watch how I prep my feast
I don't need a lease paid cash
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
bits
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then
Write my journals
Learn from scripture
On my journey
New behavior
I'm in a 3-way
Not what you think though
No
My time is split up
And times a changing
like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (uh-huh)
Look and see I'm straight
Me, Sex, and Wave got birthday cake (uh-huh)
Gotta keep a AK
These
they straight ate him up
And since these copy cats
Like to go so hard with acting and stunting
I'm ma come and then
Drunkin' monkey, Kung Fu junkie
Chun
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I
staying single
I'll be chillin with the Mrs.
The only music you'll be remembered by
Is my disses.
So listen up well.
When I send you off to hell,
Ima do
me and think we click
Seven and eight just need my homies and we straight, go
One and two, you know how we do
Three and four let’s re up get some More
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing ,comin' through in a Benz
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta s***
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
Shutup yo, yo, yo, yo
My life's not right [check one]
My life's not right [check two]
My life's not right [check three]
Are you ready?
(You
on the ridge, they’ll raise the bridge, won’t be checking down below
I’ll climb down the cliff and go straight to the moat
Aescher you’re so nimble, you can
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