Lyrics:
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
fucked me up, the hater side was the most crowded
I don't claim clicka, but I do be around it
And when I leave the house, I don't never leave without it
I
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
for show
Kid 'N Play's ready to go toe to toe
Verse 2:
Kid the mic master dance perfectionist
split, drop, twist like a gold metalist
even though
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
doubt about it
All these kids that I influence, they can't live without it
And now my life is getting really crowded
How did come up from free-styling
Ah-ah, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
f***ed and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
to
Still, even more than me
Cause I'm still in your head
And it's so damn crowded
With ghosts of men
Split you in two
You're running with
Some fuckin' wounds
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
Mostly but I can mostly ghostly
And I know mostly ghost me but that's not a problem
If I had a problem with this shit
I would make an album
I drop it on'em
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
get lied to
Still, even more than me!
Cause I'm still in your head!
& it's so damn crowded!
With ghosts of men
Split you in two
You're running with
you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Take me back in time, rewind, VCR
Sharp nooks and tears from the finish to the start
My heart hurts so bad, don't need the ER
I tried to go gatling,
sell bricks by the gas station
Never had a foundation
White man split up all my people on the plantation
Hope somebody prayin' for all they salvation
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