Lyrics:
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
thousand I'll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south these bezeltines an baggets
So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we sip
mane
I stole the machine gun From Kelly
So you can't help me
Even the mortician's
Image
Is only a distortion
Gimmick
I own the abortion clinic
With
dvd's
And I wondered if you felt the same
Just say the word, I'll be on my way
I'm just a few, few blocks away
I just want to see your pretty face
to leave
Pack your bags you gotta go
Got asked to leave
Pack your bags, you gotta go
Where you gonna go
Who you gonna see
When you lay your hat down
No longer lettin' it ride, too much Jekyll and Hyde
Then you subtweet for weeks, busy settin' your pride
I'm grown, don't really need that sort
and get you a hat
But you know you not on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe
message, question my sanity
Trap me, take my words, so you can manipulate
Clean your hands afterwards, put your mask back on straight
Ok, now Im putting
night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be
checks to chase... next
Repeat 1
[Ginuwine]
If you're wit' it grab your friends, follow Joe and me
'cause it's on, it's on
Went in and got the Cris'
of that
How the fuck they niggas ain't got no hats, but makin' murder rap
You can't pay me ten for shows, boy, I get
ten for walkthroughs
Dirty money,
and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad cause I'm original - you can't do the material
When I sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your
figure my opinion don't matter here
Maybe y'all can work it out, make your peace
Unh, but please don't make me leave
Maybe in the midst of ear-to-ear with
you can't sleep here (bitch, you gotta leave here)
No cardio, I'm runnin' up a check (runnin' up a check)
Leave you where you stand, my niggas dumpin'
on the
Tombstone you underneath this sick
Don't play this shit if your stomach weak
I can stomach beef, I done faced danger
I squeeze like a waist trainer then
You
back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check
to Joe Joes cause you aint getting those cookies anywhere else. Cindy, Id suggest you turn left, head south on Boardwalk, get a cab, grab your stuff,
just like female
I am a....male
It's in my pants
One plus one equals two
I wasn't talking about you Joe
You can be anything you wanna be
I heard she used
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
home and family
And you tell me you aint't got no DVD
I say you tell me you ain't got no DVD
It costs too much to drive your SUV
It takes too long
shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
though we ain't got hats or badges
We're a union just by sayin' so
And the world will know
What's it gonna take to stop the wagons?
Are we ready?
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