Lyrics:
wrist to my eye
Bitch you lied said you would die before you leave and you alive
Purest diamond made from pressure baby don't need no disguise
Pray my
wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of weed mixed with some
I'mma do it, get it by any means
Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends
I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
for ya homies
If you gunna do ya dirt then you should do it on ya lonely
And Ty's mom kept on asking
Probation? Why u have it?
I never even told her man
to the murder scene
Was emergency surgery
In the bed of hospitals
Gettin' hospice
You're seen by doctors
Then put on oxygen
Run amok
While your family's watching
Gettin’ hospice,
You’re seen by doctors,
Then put on oxygen,
Run amok,
While your family’s watching,
They pull the plug,
And your heart it stopping…
*HOOK*
never iddabidda back down from a challenge
raptor on rapids
Bringing forth balance
Should woulda coulda your pawns in my chalice
Class a pedantic dr
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me crybaby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
you
Police tryin to tell me how to kill you
When you feel you really wanna jump in the mildew
Ain't no tellin what niggas with kids will do
Travis
Billie
What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?
What are you wondering? What do you know?
Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you
on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin' the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for
a child sit with old Mr. Clause,
Looked him in the eye and he asked old Santa what peace on earth was
Now the old man grew cautious, on how he would say
i wanna do is get a check by the boatload want mo ice on my neck like frozone
Yea we ooz excellence that’s what we destined for
Boy, you ain’t got
serious
I hope you really know what I feel
I know I mess up baby that’s for sure
I don’t need you walking out the front door
You ain’t leaving me
She say 5 for the table, 10 for the lap
25 a song if we take it to the back
And I said "Damn
Tell me what would you do for the rack?"
And she said
all the ass she got
Freaky hoes got them tendencies
Why go that way, bitch, when you can get these?
Some girls'll do it, some girls don't
an excuse, I- you know what, I'll just leave you alone
Truthfully, the first three days were not that good at all
My head wavered between foggy and slammed
I Mr. Thanksgiving
Its for the money this time
Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby,
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon.
Listen close
just this something you've never heard
Cuz our ears are so brittle
So bitter we're getting sicker by the minute
But I mean it this is why I wrote this
what does love bring?
Some fake for clicks, our generation has taken love out of sex
Six feet deep under debt
I'm inept hanging by a thread
Now they
all I've seen
All that you've seen
A dream in a dream in a dream
What if
Though this keyhole I'm asleep
Here and there I wonder where I'd be
Would all
now the doctor's like clear
Rocky brand, I got one, drink, we share
Yeah, we don't give a fuck, what u say or what you hear
Big ass blick in my pants,
Someone always paying for your shit its called no free lunch
Ever taken economics? You would know that punch
Shoutout to Mr. Kwong cause he went and taught
even leave you anonymous
This is family
Support
Call this phone
Wait 30 minutes
A special doctor will help you
Do not hang up
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