Lyrics:
black people, eat too much grease
'cause every diner in New York, is controlled by Greeks
Until my sons bust guns, like Paul Rover's son
Political rebel,
And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum,
human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive
Die by fire, painful death,
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
but i like you most all the time
anchored by my need to know you outside of your window
in plain view of pigeons and bums
but you're so
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
that man?
c'mon Vurs, man you my favorite MC, next to me
Cause these MCs are losers! (crumbs!)
They just some wannabe bunch of me broken boosers (bums
When I got to the golden city
Most of the gold was gone
By that time I had some questions
So I flagged down a race-car bum
He said "Sonny I don't
Responsibilities and obligations
Easy living riding high
I'll play the shady creep cause it bums you out
I never wanted more than what's already
racks me with profanity
My demon tells me lies and says I'm a jerk, a bum and an asshole
My demon keeps me from joy bus riding by torturing me
Wesley
from yourself?
I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds
My newest weapon is my state of calm
Lowered alarms, I feel more
'cause the Anna kills of these rap bums
Chemical reaction, cobra the venom shot in to his arm
These bitches ain't runnin' (runnin') shit but y'all
with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin' malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin' Jigga
I'm from B-R-double
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
Albert was a man
Took kids by the hand
He had too much fun
He touched their little bums
He lit fires up his ass
Made him cum real fast
He
WEAK, WONT POP OUT ON ME
BITCH IM SHOOTING 1ST SO U CAN NEVER UP ON ME, THEY WISHING DEATH ON ME
PUSSY ASS HOE I GOT THE CHECK ON ME, NEVER CATCH ME BY
Znam gościa co nastroju już nie widzi bez hajsu
Jego ego samochód typ miał nosa jak Daniec
Choć za żonę to by wybrał byle szrota na ruchanie
Znasz te
komercje
Prędzej posądzałbym o to konkurencję
Oni znowu robią całą płytę na bum bapach
Na tych samych tematach zarabiają na dzieciakach
To nie zarzuty, po co
to co należy
Jest ktoś kto mi nie wierzy ja bum! Aj! Frajer leży myślą że to bajer a raperzy z Warszawy są szczerzy
Naciśnij play w swojej wieży i
hy's 'n sport
As he signs his bum Kankowski, said I'm never gonna stort
Jan Jan Jan is die soul van die span
Waiting for his turn to gooi Jan's stick
idle by
Criticizin' somethin' you can't ever fuckin' try bitch
Don't try and deny it
You ain't on that fly shit
You a bum mother fucker
And always trynna
get the wire
I stack before I floss all these zips why my jeans flyer
Tryna achieve higher that don't mean bullets can't breeze by ya
Fuckin the fam
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