Lyrics:
'll fuck you blind but i need to
Borrow a dollar first for stoges
Cause tar and pussy's like all I
Got to look forward to
Bazooka Tooth got souvenirs for
the bombest head, and so I took it anyway
But bitch I got fam, don't need your pussy anyway
OK, let's talk about this ice that I'm carryin'
All these karats
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
day, all night ooh
Hot, top, flight, boy out of sight
And I'm crazy, all day, all night
Who needs a degree when you're schoolin' life?
Oh-ooh,
Ice, Ice, Ice, Ice, (Dead Faces I Need em)
20s,50s,100s ( I Need em All)
Hook
I need em Dead Faces, I Ain't Racist
I need em Dead Faces, I Ain't
use
It's time to move forward
I feel no sympathy
You live inside a cave
You barely get by, the rest of us are trying
There's no need to apologize
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste,
a matchbox
Was locked out I got the key for all the padlocks
The ones that's running frontline for all the back blocks
The imagery inside my head held like
deeper, lay heavy on my conscience
Just like Pocahontas, I'm torn between worlds
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need
the work
I'ma get it, I got 'em and now they all hurt
I'm a let them know, I never let them know
They never seem to know that I am a master (At work)
a triangle
Next to my name with a ten or a twenty
Now that's when you really can say you getting money
But right now all I do is sit back and listen
within[01:18.48]You never had to deal with him[01:19.58]Crawling under your skin[01:20.56]I can tell by the way that you look and you grin[01:22.47]You never had
In the rear-view I can see it all so clearly
In 20/20
Bruises on my face
Scrapes on my knees Lessons life has given to me
From point A to point B
That
out tonight
I'ma run up to tower records to get a pizza
Aight
Ima come back
Yeah
[dr. dooom]
Chewin alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin on old
it up
Josh digging through the crates
I'm digging graves for these pups
One by one I'll kill them all in due time
You still trying to make your like I
Its cuzz, sweat and tears for over 20 years
I did this shit all by myself and I don't need no help
If you my gang, you my twin, I'll make you
lost the will to live
But would I kill to give it one more shot
I think not
I don't love you, baby
I don't need you, baby
I don't want you, no
you gotta carry on and let it pass by, my intentions are pure don't gotta ask why
I'm as solid as they come, showed 'em love look at what they done
'm overweight
I do big things
I'm just tryna get that big sting
Jackpot
Remember I use to play matchbox
Now I need the lot that hot
Tryna kill that yellow
friend talking bout the days gone by
I was talking about the way things were and all the changes in our lives
Now I watch my children with their children
Go JT
I got twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself
down a lonely road (Down a lonely road)
I got
heaven could improve
Band bus off to Boston
Sweet girl, you must come
She said "My Mom'd kill me
I got a job needs done"
I say "Gimme their
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
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