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Cradle to the grave put the babies in a manger
I ain't no doctor, you niggas is strange
Can't fuck with that bwoy cause he fueled by anger

me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after

be selfish if I only asked you to watch over me
But I hope that you proud of a G
Everybody talking bout they pushing a P
But don't even know

on the mountain
Won't they freeze dry
Tell by my face, I'm lifted like Madonna
One shot at me and, fuck it, you're a goner
I bust a couple raps and I smoke this

Let me sit back & reflect on my memory 
Can't name a nigga who bitching me
Raised by my mother but no ain't no bitching me 
Most of these niggas be

Loyalty

D12

D12 World

2004

shit, these niggas is bitch
Pass me a cigarette quick, shit is finna get thick
Your man'll get split by a brutal and critical hit
With identical dents

the water can't touch me
The mood set by music that
Cyclones into a liquid version of you that
Sticks its whole hand in my ear and
Chokes an ear infection

see smiling cuz me and Wiling just tied the knot
It won't be unraveled
Cuz I ain dazzled by other thots

Spinning blocks,offing tops,
Really like seeing

either cappin or you rappin don't care what's on your head
Hats or a durag I'm a beanie with some bread
John Cena with the FU you can't see me cause I'm

I used to chase the game to eat it Sylvester and Tweety
Now I chase the pay I told them to keep it and eat me
I drew my penis on the ground and I

just business
I'm so wavy, I'm Pacific, If I wanna be specific
Ima kill it, John Wick it
Let me tell you 'bout these bitches
Lemme tell you 'bout these

to support your fam and grandkids
Taking us to Chuck E. Cheese
Uncle John ain't wash his hands, DJ telling him to stop touching me
Luckily
Yeah they were

the task both easier and faster
Bitch, all right, hear me out, hear me out
Hey
Hired by a MILF to cut her lawn
Smoked the clippings, now a motherfucker gone

Just bought another finna lay low
Don't need to fly out bitch I'm comfy, out in the P Ion need turks and caicos
I need my b to be hella comfy, up in

Only me p3 wey i know how i dey
Ma me nka nukr3
Menua kitiwa sika na mesr3
Mohu me dadabee no be me p3 i dey br3
Everybody knows the hard life only Jah

hurt me either way 
I'm tryna run to the bag damn, damn wash your hands

Don't touch me please
Please don't hug me 
Please don't spud me
Please

cause they be leaving me
Chillin by my lonely, out in public I been clutching on my Jesus piece
And I'm so scarred
This pain I'm feeling makes my life so

isn't fun to watch someone get maimed
John Doe was his name under white sheet and surrounded by tape. Dang
I hope that she don't got herpes if she got

holding God hostage for a blessing, for times he sat by and he wasn't present

Heard me ask why the explanation wasn't vetted
I'm a jealous God, too. I told

the saying[01:28.73]Cut her off, she thought I was playing[01:30.33]Now she just sub me on the gram (Bitch)[01:32.01]I just came to get my whip clean[01:33.60]Hand wash

to styles p

I know I did a lot a shit
But only god could judge me

Halftime time trappers
Y'all just do this monthly

Rolling up back to back
Wash the money

"Howard Hawks has done it again!"
Some sort of code that I don't understand
Mother of God, I've done it again
Tell me: what did you think
Would I really

graffiti più, baby
That's for you
Rievoco Liboni like a member of my crew
My rap fans want to fuck
Me up like John Lennon
They sniff bad coke and drink
Too

they be sendin' is multi-million
I'm glad I was raised by bosses, these niggas lost in the sauce keep talkin' 'bout killing
All of the killers I know,