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Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
(M-M-M-Murda)
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend
You
was a boy in the hood before the movie, yeah
Call me nigga, bigot, and a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker
White man is
of a all white Wraith
With the inside interior seat
Color of hot gravy have it lookin' like a
Dinner when I'm drivin'
My grip like my dick
It get bigger when
selling nickels
White boys keep the ice Popsicles
Flip the work, like a acrobat, doing jumping jacks
J's sniff the work off the plate, had a heart attack
your eyes.
As we sit by the wall
In your room in Brenson hall (tonight)
You can tell in this light
They're just all bricks painted white (tonight)
You so selfish
I don't really care what the say about me
'Symptoms of Insanity' no 'Therapy' [3x]
H-you-S-T-L-E-are, Hustla
Up in Detroit, yeah we
of sippin', niggas ain't no different
It's easy pimpin' if you see us in it
Four Jeeps get (???????)
It's gold and white labels, no brads at this table
motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal,
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
"You out there? Louder!
Well clap your hands to what he's doing
On tempo Jack"
NYC gave you the ball, so how you gonna hate us?
We creators
gettin' milky money, you can keep the Apple Jacks
Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (stop playin' with me, nigga)
Two new Virgil colorways,
fills with black stone
Heart been attacked hard to unpack
I should have known the red flag
Far away (There is red flag)
Enough with white lie (There is
troublin’ my soul
I keep on waitin for a miracle, and prayin, I keep on prayin
For Rosarita snow...
Credits: All songs written by Ian S. McCaskie/John Jack
somewhere...
Words and music: john jack jr
2022 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
Each of these
the brain above average
And I been ballin like that white boy off the Mavericks
These niggas takin my style but I'm the patent
Bitch I glide (I glide I glide
people and pass me by
It's not a matter of black or white
It doesn't have to be wrong or right
When equilibrium goes its sorry way
If you can manage
Yea
all my niggas big dawg it’s aint no Shitzu she threw it back on that cock just like a pistol Valentino all white just like some Tissue
Yea
Chorus: Detroit Diamond]
If you ain't got no dough
Then what you here for?
If you ain't got no hos
Then what you here for?
If you ain't got no
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
the champ
Is here I guarantee that they ass woke,
Ridin' on spoke, dats the elbow, still rockin' in da ice white shell toe,
Dis for my boys by dat kelso
to error what the cops and the feds hid
Ain't jack puttin on the white act
Wood shack steerin up the black act
Can't ease your mind by the fact that
Ancestor
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