Lyrics:
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
back on the block now
Runnin' your mouth, 'fore I shit all in it
All y'all ass and I'm about to dig all in it
I birthed you niggas, I fed and I burped
[Intro: Katie Tropp]
This song is dedicated to all whack rappers!
BITCH!
[Verse 1: Katie Tropp]
You stupid mother fuckers brag about making moves,
you were just trying to let it go
Did you hold to your ordinary
Life just like you read it in a book
You were on
Like the lines all tried to blur
cnd
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
goin' crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain}
I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it
they talk about me
Know the Dinero be the Name
You gon read about it
Soon see vv’s on the Chain
I’m on the road to riches
Gotta speak on all my pain
So
But this island's run by sharks with children's bones stuck in their jaws
Now the morning's filled with cokeys tryna talk you through it all
Is their
was
But this island's run by sharks with children's bones stuck in their jaws
Now the morning's filled with cokeys tryna talk you through it all
Is
skies comes blue
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
And this I certify we all should be alerted by
the traps within the system,
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
I never went to work for it
See a nine to five was so jive turkey
But when Thanksgiving came that check didn't hurt me
You plead the fifth
I read
Everybody know the drill
Doves cry when thugs die
But dude we kept it real
Did the time, pump the steel, read a book
Gainin skills
Learn you can live by
Starting to speak clearly
Starting to see things
Don't even read theory
I really just live in it, all just phenomena
Orphans automaton raised on perpetuate
I got demons in my head
Wishing all the time that I was dead
Fighting all I can and all I see is red
Relationship is like sewing do it thread by
say
(What you wanna say)
But it takes a heart of stone
To make it last day by day (Make it last Day by Day)
I Change my Point of View
About you
About
is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get
is lookin' smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intact, tryna get
all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'"
So this is it, this is what I wished for
Just isn't how I envisioned it
Fame to the point
micromanaging our friends
Telling us skateboarding is sin
Telling ya we should kneel about it
Lemme ask how you feel about it
Basketball- that shit was fine
about my way
But his way, 1 way, sweet like cheesecake
In my own zone on the highway
Y'all breaking down by the mile, aye
Cars pullin in for High Way
It's
want em all in it) yeah I want em all in it yeah
Why do y'all keep traditionz of men
Have you not read in Colossianz
Can't spoil me wit philosophy
Itz
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