Lyrics:
the bread
Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man
Dead man you're playing games with my bread
You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man
the man of the hour (I'm the man of the hour)
I'm the man of the hour, get paid by it too
You rolling with the winners ain't no way we can lose
I'm
Im looking for Gorilla man
Down in commisioner street
He took my woman and drove away
Come everybody lets catch this man
You go dube , you go mfulo ,
else
No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in
whoop
You ain't really have to do the man like that
Police on site don't chat chat chat
Niggas broke in real life no cap cap cap
They might put a knife in
friends
And this girl wants to stay for the night, I can't, I gotta be gone by ten
Don't think that I ain't on road 'cause I ain't stuck on ends
This
to go to work
When she get off she goin' to another job
And my motherfucking daddy ain't around
For whatever reason man but that's a whole other
I'm the best and
I call it competitive confidence, not vanity
It's not my fault them man
Got a childish mentality
They don't know how to make
A tune for
the way that she moves (That she moves)
She don't need a man
Baby get it by her lone
Payin' all her bills
Hair and nails, don't get me goin'
Don't tell me
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
Winner Man
My Elohim,i love Him
My El Shaddai, He died for me
I am that am made me who I am
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
Thank you God
(Scarred for life)
Yeah man that's when he popped him
I was so scared I laid there, played possum
He started to blast this way, 'til the gat was empty
Momma make sure I'm brushing my teeth
She white though she neglecting the hair
Fuck it though man I don't really care
I don't got look pretty for no one
like a fly man
Off of my Land
Chill for a minute
While I touch mic and build for a minute
All that wass that you said I was chatting's
Getting real any
ain't constipated, well quit the bullshittin then
Dont get caught slipping by the camera man
That's why half the time I'm ghost like danny phantom and
I
ain't constipated, well quit the bullshittin then
Dont get caught slipping by the camera man
That's why half the time I'm ghost like danny phantom and
I
Can't seem to find a real man
You know I'm lookin' for a steel man
She said I'm in no man's land
I'm gonna show you a real good time
I'd gladly pay
for life
I seen her outside the club
Told my nigga thats was sup (Dj Styles)
Seen her inside the club
Faithfully shaking her butt
I seen her dancing
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man
Kwengface YPB
Young Peckham Bandit, come up, yeah
Too active man, they got us on blacklist and that
I hear that
The whole scene shook
I hear
I come apart baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin trouble sure, moving down the line
I come apart baby, but that's OK 'cause
Trouble man, don't get
the adventures of (done know)
Miss Money Jane
Blind your ass, while you out looking
For that money train (no doubt)
If you look then you will find her
But
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
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