Lyrics:
Thratt 187 its a homicide
She said Buks scroll up and buy my premium
I told her stream the album hoe..this gas I'm kickin premium
Mommy that's the rapper
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
fucking up this Cult Shit and now they'd wind up being slaughtered!
Every single rhyme I write is never fucking positive
I'm here to share the proof that
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
[Biggie]
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd
And if I was rolling we'd be talking all the way
See your photo every time
I hop up on the MTA
Cause right by my metro card I left a little photo
It's
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
he's
In it to win it
I done joked too much, I done spoke too much
So Tender D
(what up?) go 'head and fuck shit up
Doggy Dogg kicked it off
So I think I
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma let my pizzazz wreck
I'm speakin this to the devil that
why I made that
I never thought it'd be on a map
I bring speed but they don't clap
Scrappy rapper gonna rap
Gonna fuck up the hi hat
They're gonna
vrais déesse parmi les hommes,
On en voit qu'une par millésime,
Celles qui dans nos cœurs résonnent,
Elles ont leur place dans chaque album,
D'une douce
up
I hope that you like it, but even more importantly than that,
I hope you feel something as you hear the story play out
This album flows like a mini
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to +Priesthood+
If you purchased this album from a store
Or you got a copy from
recording
Beau said he’d send more details later as he was in session
And now that the album is slated to come out soon I’m curious again
Also Jessica Pratt’s
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
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