Lyrics:
'Cause now these bitches want to help but he don't need none
I'm all time like the Wall at the Bank
You've no shot like you drawing a blank
Honestly you
prostitution
I'm not kidding, I'm sicker than Rob Zombie
You'll need cheat codes to beat me, I'm the king of Jumanji
Enter into my house of a thousand corpses,
Keep me by your side
From Day to Night
Hold up wait a minute
Man it's been a minute
Give me room to think cause lately that's all I need man
I don't
open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all
a minute before I overreact I need a minute before I even react at all, yeah these things that follow me home not sittin' by the fire I bury ‘em in the cold
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't that much room for all us
Limited
need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that's gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all
In Manhattan but I slide through to Brooklyn
Out in Georgia off the X, I think I'm floating
Up in Tennessee, you split my heart open
Then you call
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
Yeah, that double barrel need a couple beams
They wanna chip a mind trip and, baby, up my streams
That's how I'm swimmin', hear the hissin' from
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
(both)
Ooh too handsome
Need a rich girl that can pay my ransom ooh
High fashion
Runway bitch straight from Manhattan yeah
I see you window shopping
lookin' broke
Need to be in double dutch, jumpin' rope
Y'all Northtown folks comin' down to Manhattan World
Serious soul food made by black girls
Cornbread
Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin'
I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin'
So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn't
shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house,
shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house,
Don’t make me diss you before I make you cry
Fuck what teachers tell you, it’s all lies
Mistry Gang, we stay deservin' that hype
Need a water gun,
of Manhattan
Fantasies I’ve lived in passing
Visions of my dreams that I’ve been redacting
Inhibited feelings turn to fits of passion
In the instant the minute
you all you need
A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit
"And when I got a new rhyme I just
I was born to make it happen -
Make the waves;
Pockets always empty but my mind is
Full of Change;
Cruising down the streets of Manhattan,
From
by (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
To get by (yeah, ay)
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For
from where I come from all you see is madness
Above water that's the only place I need to be
I always feel like I'm drowning so it be hard to sleep
But
french-kisses the
Manhattan midnight
There's not a face without a
Tear drop that's in sight
Midnights in Manhattan keep me dreamin
I caught a dream by the tail
I
Manhattan is an island
Like the women who are
Surrounded by children in a car
Surrounded by cars
Or Manhattan was a project
That projected the worst
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