Lyrics:
"All protein is made by plants
I'll state that again for the record
All protein is initially made by plants
And it is not necessary to eat animal
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
but obey the block rules
Cock tools put chlorine in record pools
Are there anyone like ya (Hell no!)
I treat humans like students (Fail y'all)
So
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were connected
the people
Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal
The radio rarely put their needle on my record
They ain't see how the hood and heaven were
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches
When all your love is lost (is lost)
And burning bridges can't be
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
"Where's the hits?" You ain't got none
You know Jay'll never put your album out without none
And, dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic
world,
Dry kisses that taste like candy,
Can I be your sugar girl,
Just put some ice on my pinky ring,
And fly me around the world,
I owe it to papi,
like thirty
I'm the reason you niggas be worried
Put holes in your body no jersey
Give a fuck bout the time we pop out off the early
He was lacking right
The words of accusation still echo
Your every sin thrown in your face
Then God opens the book
Where every deed is recorded
And reviews your records
you in the chain gang
I could put you in Giuseppe
Designer out your wardrobe
Watchin you gettin ready
Tell all of your girls
You wit me out in the telly
than Katrina
Yeah, my girl you never seen her 'cause my tints by limousines
My touch say it's the Midas
We the plus, your man the minus
My team
the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push
through
J-Live
I been
Listenin' to records I've collected
Records I've selected
And inspected
Dissected on examination tables
'Til my technique was
the work that we put in
Don't forget the reapers here
Take you back to reaper Ville
Don’t worry I'm finessing
I check you right off the checklist
Put
Chorus
-I put my foot to the pedal and the pedal to the floor
Got my hands on the wheel hitting corners on a fold
-Can’t stop, Won’t stop, That’s
Just do what's right for you by whatever and any means
And even if it means to run up with the rifle dude
And kill all of your enemies
But I know that
HAUNTING ME
Written by: Phoebe Jasper
Produced by: Phoebe Jasper
Be quick with your words and slow with your hands.
You can have me if it’s just as I
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
gotta put blue makeup on
your face." I said, "you can piss off! I ain't having none of that!" They said, "You f'king will, if you wanna
star in
and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods
Whatever's in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
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