Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
raw and then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off
"Can't ya diggit Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies one hundred and ninety five pounds of beef
Chinky eyes curly hair and gold teeth
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
I’ve got the perfect smile 3 inches wide
I’ve got the desired 33-23-35
I’ve got my personality revised
By me, for me, to me, enough for me and I
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
with gold teeth
Matching custom made gold jeep
Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in
Equipt with shit to make domes spin
You average, we
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
he's sweet
But I don't think those fake teeth can rot
You ever read The Little Red Riding Hood?
Well peep the plot
A real Blood wear a little
Red ridin'
(Intro)
I’m inches from my win
I’m Itching for my victory
Anticipating new enemies
Important for the dynasty
Imprinted now I’m part of history
inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave
a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are
back stand by thats a threat to my black life
Ready to grab 44 because of 45
Two hundred thousand Americans plus died
Never been on pace to make
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
The debris gathers
Time starts to shiver
By heart's blood
If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your soul
If together we fall
virgins helpless
struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the night
with her cries
The sacred blood of god's
virgins helpless struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the night with her cries
The sacred blood of god's creation
by, that I ain't high
Hit da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie
Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
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