Lyrics:
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Bradley Martyn
By day I'm gettin' bigger, soon I'm sellin' out the garden
"Beg your pardon?"
Yes I meant it, locked in, pen is gettin' sharper
Got they
Bradley Martyn
By day I'm gettin' bigger, soon I'm sellin' out the garden
"Beg your pardon?"
Yes I meant it, locked in, pen is gettin' sharper
Got they
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
anticipation
Of another day on the street,sing with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Your living in desperation
And you never have felt complete
You live in
the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making
the measly dough and makeout the John Doe
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making
you know, you know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round, we know, we know
Gangstas...round, gangstas...round.
[silkk]
Hah! I live and die, so I'm a die
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
I chose to live this life, I be stickin this dick up in these hoes hoes
'Til a couple of bitches bitches get caught by they niggaz
Niggaz
way
(Po-po-po-po-po-po-pooopoo)
Yeah I can tell by the way I took your hand
And then asked you to dance
He went all John Wayne in front of his
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
in the club lookin' at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)
Step back it's
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
hate, duck, you could suck my
Watch the block get clear when I buck my
Boomerang darts, you can't duck my
No tellin' which Clan man you got struck by
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
you dumb
Being perfect all the time I am done
Still gon live a life reflecting the Son
Just tryna tell these children I ain't the one
If we had more
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
live in that railroad shack
And I wander down that rusty old track
Like a lonely old-timer out of my mind
Lookin' for that lady who was sweet and kind
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)
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