Lyrics:
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
I'm the man, I'm the man... all year, All year
I'm the man, I'm the man... even
While your man here
Heard to be the man you gotta beat
The man ohh
I'm the man, I'm the man... all year, All year
I'm the man, I'm the man... even
While your man here
Heard to be the man you gotta beat
The man ohh
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
Max and Mel and Shane and Stacy
moved to wher they've gone
Noa went to Portugal
And brought his ladies too
I guess this year its just me and you
I guess
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
A soldier like Slim Man I'm really him
I feel like the one so I gotta win
I already won don't play me again
Me and my bro got the hits like we Ryu and Ken
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
Ministeriet är falskt
Fiskaren sa ifall det är kallare här än i Portugal
Vore havet fryst till is av korruptionen troligtvis
Det är en känd
wetti ey
Hmm
Volli täsche wenni hei gah ey
Homie lad dich i in primark ey
Ja man so bini du kennsch mi
5 wissi t‘shirts hüt uf mini rechnig ey
Hol der
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
'm not by myself anymore, because
The man I was before, he was a tyrant
He was a slave he was in chains
He was broken and then he sang:
Oh please, don't
man
Do you know him by chance?
A Ziploc full of kush
Are you plugged in, by chance?
Bad bitch with a suntan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred
you'll be by you'll be by mine
Back in '05 or was it '06
Time doesn't matter
But I remember this
We met you had a man
And, my plan
Was to end what you had
Now brave boys we'll run for march, not to Portugal or Spain,
The drums are beatin', banners flyin', the devil at home we'll find tonight.
Chorus :
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
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