Lyrics:
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
Hypocrites forget like marionettes strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who fuckin' laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
tell you folks, we got a real problem with guns
In this country, we have people snapping
Almost twice, three, four, five times a year, right?
People
don't float
Get griddled like a skillet I'm a killer blood soaked
Then I pray to the goat sucking blood from an infant
Gaped in three holes make you cum
myself by now
Three years of picking up the pieces
I don't really need this
So I'm giving up
On fooling myself
That I'm so fucked in the head I can't tell
on Second Ave.
Watching people as they pass by
But have you ever seen the gleam-It's a gleam
There's a gleam in Billy's eye
But nobody knows if he'll
Yeah
Yeah man
In the streets
Surrounded by some thieves
We married to the game
My wife is fucking loitering
Got my goons, got'em
Silver spoons agh
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
on Sunday, forgotten all week
One foot in Hell
Taking the truth from "The Book" and then twisting it
Feeling they're touched by the Lord
Loving their
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
the back
Bitches; in the front
Bitches; by my side
Bitches; oh(x2)
verse 3
You see the bitch in the corner screaming and crying like hell
All I did was say
Where's Batman I've been all thru Gotham
Did Robin get robbed by the rich too Bruce
This Tra3duce sip this hundred Proof
Middle class disappeared now
tasted sweet – he had hardly time to eat
I was sure he’ll be home late – now I won’t hesitate!
Eene meene mainimo – one, two, three I have to go
Don’t
tasted sweet – he had hardly time to eat
I was sure he’ll be home late – now I won’t hesitate!
Eene meene mainimo – one, two, three I have to go
Don’t
thousands,
Us in the gutter, make mothers cry by the thousands,
If they only knew how it is where we grew,
The things that we see,
They call us thugs and we
I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration
While you were living like a saint
And all the time the very one you trusted was washing
night you shook me
But I wasn't sleeping
You were afraid of the thunder
Ask me to come in the bedroom
Pulled me under the covers
Lose this number
One of the symptoms is you won't find help
It was a coincidence I even found myself
In the scrapples of this hell
My brother handled the cards he
You wait there every evening
Till the morning light
I saw you on the ceiling
How could I even fight?
I saw you in the morning
About 3:55
I asked you
throw it back, where da ass at
Hoes impressed by a matte black Hell Cat
Can't get attached, just match with a mismatch
Drop top, when I pop out, hop out
be chilling by myself like island
Well connected like version
Hell yea Nigga I got it
I really be chill I hate to get violent
Money just stacking up
the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the Cadillac
Smokin' quan-quan
Triple wild chicks in the Montreal
Crack the mini bar
What the hell?
Grab
And when I see you again, let me see you and not Noe
No, no, no, one, two, three, you will see you and me
And now Noe's in the show, he's joined by Lochlyn
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
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