Lyrics:
haunted by the skeleton
If you got a beat tape out let me get it then
If you got a dark beat on it I’m a kill it then
If I got a song in me I’ma sell it
on old times, while the time pass, pass me by
I'm doing bad, I'm being selfish I ain't talked to the other side, in way too long, it's hard to tell you why
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
Girls That Don't Know My Game
Come Up And Talk To Me And We'll Tell You All The Same
When Ya Wake Up In The Night In A Hell Of A Dream
You Know ya Been
the panties drop, yo
Uh-huh, ha, I see the rappers being ruined by you and whoever is doing that Crap,
They got me booin', in fact, I'm gettin' to 'em
We out there all year 'round
Yeah, you know how we do, my Bronx niggaz
176th Street niggaz, knahm'sayin
My Mt. Hoke niggaz, my Walton niggaz
My East
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make
you do
We will lose
Instead you should pass it to me
In the corner for three
Yes please all day
I'm passin out the Gatorade
I don't care what the haters
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
Beat it down
She so fine she out her body
Beat it down
Trying to get in that lil' mommy
Beat it down
Grown woman ass but she got baby tits
She fine
day they be casting spells
If I had to choose, I would be in hell
Play my songs for the clientele
When they look at me I just fear their health
Making
remember It was One, Two, Three
Right there by 53
Walking through the halls nigga, All eyes On Me
Overtime, was the only grind
Build this thing from
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
of you bustaz hurt me, fool I'm a G with no mercy
When I say, "Hell", you say, "Yeah"
(C'mon) Hell, yeah (c'mon) hell - YEAH
(C'mon) Hell, yeah!
to see where you lay down
Double vision when you saw me coming
It was hell vision when the lights out
Jolly Ranchers in a Sprite now
Can't pretend when
her and dined her
she ask me did I like her I said well kinda
all of a sudden she jumped out her seat
snatched me up by my wrist and took me out
Man this shit too easy for me feel like it's the weekend
Don't surround myself with fakes because everything is pretend
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
Summertime in Augusta never seemed so blue
Blue as you, and me, and us
Hiding out in the bedroom
With nothing on and nothing to do
Nowhere to go
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
whoa, slash
Who the hell is that
Who the hell is that on the beat sounding like he been hanging with the thugs
Who the hell is that
Who the hell is that
he’s the fuckin’ shit
He’s never-never gonna fucking quit
He knows that he’s fucking equipped
Zoom the fuck out from
15,000 feet
It’s a hell
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
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