Lyrics:
Up early in the morning dressed in black
Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie
They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)
I
you’re your mother’s daughter
‘cause when she was your age, momma was a rocker - hey!
You stand by me and I’ll stand by you
Can’t tell you lies ‘cause
you’re your mother’s daughter
‘cause when she was your age, momma was a rocker - hey!
You stand by me and I’ll stand by you
Can’t tell you lies ‘cause
the great
Zamba the great
Now your mother knows my face
We get it in we get it in
We gonna spark your interest
You gettin lit like cigarettes
My gun is
baby boo you
You held me down so when I make that ching I'ma up your account
That goes for my brother, sisters, mom and my dad as well
In the AM I take
the mother fuckers up
See the tears rolling up spark it down
And throw it up at them yeah
I'm fucking up out of my mind why would I
Try to stay alive when I
my next victim
Lay 'em out on the table
Tie this mother fucker down with
Ungrounded live wire cables some duct tape
Nine inch nails and about five
right through me
Read my mind
If your love is truly mine
I won't bring you down
(I love the way you move, your smile, your groove)
Take your time
Let me
Bonaparte,
If you dig those daffy doodles that are known as modern art,
If you're walking down the street and then you stop to tie your shoes,
And you tie
And I bet your b**** ass start to sweat lets
Take a trip tie your shit and don't slip if you falling that's it
It was fun while it lasted but I'm still
a disguise?
With a classy suit and tie
Who will look good at your funeral? Spy!
It's time to murder this track
You'll find a knife in it's back
Got equipment?
stop
Mother fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice grill on it
Put a mother fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't
On my Ed Gein shit
Tie you by your feet and split you down the middle like a vein
Yeah you know that I'm insane
Tie a knoose around my brain
Cock
to 60, knocking my nigga Sigel
Hip hop fanatic, your shit pathetic
I'm De La, I'm Kane, I'm Ultramagnetic
Old school and new school, all of y'all can
toes down on the dash getting' fast food
Hope you can handle the heat
Put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans looking at you
Fuck what they
niggas
Never rat, never fold, niggas approach you bust your gun nigga
You feel me, real niggas do real thing
I hold down my set nigga I fuck with real
listen to lover
When I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
Need'
'Kick Out The Jams'
'Kick Out Your Mother'
'Cut Up Your Friend'
'Screw Up Your Brother or He'll Get You In the End'
And we know the flag
of dummy fun
My bread looking sweet like a mother fucking honey bun
She eating on my meat like she hungry for the yummy yum
Don't bring your girly friends
This h-o-t-be -o-why-you-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you
your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga"
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end
Work your life, don't ask why
Give your mother good goodbye
Show me where you run and hide
Drop your gun, fix your tie
Don't you know the price is
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