Lyrics:
for the record: I was never even in
Go tell the nurse and doctor
I think I still can pull the plug by myself
Send in the twilight singers
It's time
made such a mark
That they gave me the post of a junior clerk.
I served the writs with a smile so bland,
And I copied all the letters in a big round
out they clan
Like bape
We gon' wipe out they clan
While I straighten my bands
Throwin these racks in the air
I can't hold up my pants no more
Gucci
at first sight
Hustle in the air inspired by the city lights
Blessed to meet real ones, kind ain't need to shield from
Mark been my right hand, since 09 my
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
am
Cause I know if I move ahead there will be a plan
Staying in the moment trying to stack my bands
I couldn't even help but notice life was in my
tryna get in the sheets I'm the man(Man)
They know Moproblem$ will get on the mAp
Let's talk about the cash
Let's talk bout the women that keep calling
of London Town.
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
I will leave you all in my wake
Rise from the ashes born with purpose
Fly like a phoenix, soar into the skies
Humanity will tremble at the sound
From poisonous whispers in the mist-filled alleyways of Akinvar
You've heard tempting word of a life-force that will never stop
If you could just tap
they do nowadays
We should all have been so lucky
By spring she'd had the run of the free born men
Ruby turned 50 in a sheep camp tent
Her body
So cool, so high?
Only believers in death will die
[Chorus]
Cooler than cool
Higher than high
Colder than cold
Death will die
When we're
the nigga in me accompanied by the cognac
You can ask around, don't fuck with the Mobb
I could've told you that, where you been at
You must have cut class
If
be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
quite like me
Isn't that Presumably
What it is they say you're looking for
Ballad singer with a guitar
Okay so guitar was the part I got wrong
this
Talking and voices are familier to me
At a distince but as
They become closer they grow in
Clarity speakin about buring me
With my headstone to mark
for setting a mark
Cause the rage and discontent had grown
Hellbound, poisoned souls, in pain they'll burn, no return
Mankind will never learn,
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
themselves with fig leaves in the garden of Eden.
They tried covering themselves because in Sin that's what we do.
We miss the mark of God and then exclude God
purpose i found beyond the trees
I was blinded by the light but now i can see
The mark is a blessing, the void will set us free
Nothingness is bliss
Every
and play
No I won't give you reasons so don't ask why
Guess all they found were some marks in the sand
A message saying 'She is mine'
Nobody touched
for six days straight (gross)
And still all these bitches will get in position
'Cause I got their pussies all drippin' in paint (woo)
Somehow, I'm
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