Lyrics:
Moshin' try'na get by
Pushin' niggas to the floor, stampedes
Somebody gon' die
Bitch move! Bitch move!
Bitch move! Bitch move!
Bitch move motherfucker!
class
Now it's pistols punishing people for talking fast
And all these innocent bystanders is hauling ass
I hate to say I told ya'll, but I told ya'll
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
These niggas look down on my plate
Mad cause they wanted a steak (stake)
Shit boy I thought you was eating?
They ain't get a bite so I'm fake
They
broken
These be seven curses on a judge so cruel
That one doctor can't not save him
That two healers cannot heal him
That three eyes cannot see him
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
over by a Mack truck
Submerging yourself in molten lead
Driving a circular saw into your head
Starving until you are nothing but bones
Choking
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
pecans
I was up in Harlem getting rid
Of them butter seed grams
They catch a body for ten
Cash two for an extra three gram
By the power of Grayskull
Put on the full armor of God, keep that 'istol by yo side
Never know what's 'round the corner when the Devil's lurkin'
Gotta treat yo people right,
done seen nigga get dropped by the three
12 on my ass about a few of them murders
They don't got proof but they know it was me
They say my brotha gave
King Henry
(Trad. lyrics, adapted by Kerry Andrew)
Let never a man a wooing wend
That lacks these things three:
A purse of gold, an open heart
my big big bone.
Ride spinners like 3-6 do. Let me do me nigga you do you.
Suck this clit till my shit turn blue.
Put a bitch to sleep wake me up
choppers and you know I flow on demand
But I really got a bone to pick with rappers with no substance
Whatcha ya doing in the game with your wack bars it’s
trap phone
Have your mama like my baby gone
And your homies sing bone bone bone bone
Why these niggas hate on me,
They just wanna see me down
Greet you
as you shiver me Down to by bones
When one pint turns into
Three nights
Your like a
Wound that bleeds all day
These nights are turning
Too white
These keys
do is look presentable
But I'm labeled by the city as a criminal
They won't give me no slack Jack
And I got one strike against me already because
I'm in the zone
Bad to the bone
Aim at the throne
Like run it up
These suckas clones
Made it my own
Got my game sown
Now we run it up
Chico you know
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
For three long years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I wore
My back from flogging was lacerated
And oft times covered with my
a bite out my dreams hopin' it never stops
I only see L's at 3 O'clock when I peek at my watch
Laugh at these lists that I ain't on, I should be at the top
Six, five, four, three, two, one
You think you know me
I send them killers, call me Charles Manson
I took his bitch and I held her for ransom
Shot
And doing a good job
And rippin' up the pavement with 'nuff shit
Aww shit!!
I think I jumped into a maze
And now I'm being surrounded by dead niggaz
Raw, I'm going to give it to you
With no trivia
Raw like that Aesop rock iron-fisted blissed felicia
While bent funny bone grown community
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