Lyrics:
Ken bitch I can be suicidal too
Like you but I still won’t put lives to an end like you did those were my kids!
Our mix of DNA! remember back when you
the records and he's my protege
So check him out without a doubt and you will agree
He goes by the name of Cutmaster Cool V
Cut the funky records, for me
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
a
Daughter to make it home to
And holmes you go to Chinese
Stores for fried rice
Me? I fly flights and stay
In China for five nights
I'm high price, I'm
your fuckin' head
Cause that's the situation that's given
I'm livin' up to the top 'cause this is my only shot
To go and murder these beats, whether you
dead
I guess I'm tellin' you this before you go fishin' now, Jimmy
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, break
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
But without insane
End-times oracles
All up in your brain
God's gonna judge
If you don't abstain
Couldn't even stop
Blood spilled by Cain
Think you
style is old, so unfold
Blossom, bloom, you got the room
So go ahead and consume
A new era, KRS-One comes better
Bite another lyric? never
Cos I'm
on the porch
Waits for you to come home
Little does he know
That you won't
Be walking through that door
I just leave him alone
'Cause letting go don't come
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
[Chorus]
If I go on my way without you
Woah where would I go
If I go on my way without you
Woah where would I go
I'm having flashbacks
Let me
plate, you not a bread winner
I'm not a rapper either, I just learn fast
But now I won't stop 'til I got my boys flying first class
First off, who else do
by stress
Yo did y here what you fucking said
Money on my mind but it's followed by stress
Followed by death just gimme a breath
I chipped that cunt
lines like
there's no end
and I won't look for you in my room about my friends.
I checked themicrophones@hotmail.com like once a week.
I would drive out
And stop talkin' numbers, you signed a 360 deal
Through Young Money, through Cash Money, through Republic
Which means your money go through five niggas
deep, yo Dre go get a shovel
And you're bumping, your speakers rattle
This is all over the world, but without a saddle
Light the twice, I hype the mic,
(The dressing came on the side)
"Girls love being with other
Girls, and when you go back
To us being younger
We would have slumber parties and we'd
Be
the mix, runnin' for your life
Time to get home see somebody fool caught a
Straight to the dome
For no reason, death is still the season
Everybody's scared,
long (x2)
Baby bounce
Let me see you bounce to this
I get the mic technique
To help you use your ears
So you it by the radio
Hands on the dial
Soon Five
the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
(It might blow up but it won't go pop)
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