Lyrics:
the court room and justice scatters
Decorate my home by hanging bodies from the rafters
Fate fucked me long ago my heart and soul shattered
Now I'm just
legs
You don't want smoke with a nigga I'm serious
New whip straight outta fast and the furious
Nigga keep talking it's making me curious
Draco hit
Sitting within it, chilling, killing within it!
I eat from the disease and cure it with what I spit,
What I hit, last in the list, last in the pit
Cheetha
Descending the stairwell
Descending the stairwell to Hades....
Well she'll twist your words and make you into a monster
When your true intention is to cure
Everyting is better with a likkle bit of Cocoa.
Girl shake dat laffy taffy, like your ass full of candy, pussy on my face, cure a pretty nigga acne,
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
at the halftime
Like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hit's than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like? at the competitors
It's mass hysteria
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
were our bread and butter
(this being prior to the
Release of Nevermind in September
Of 1991) we'd hit
The road for months at a time
Coming back with one
I get stoned to the bone
And the smoke hits me right up in the dome
Now I'm lost with no clue where to go so I roam
Yo everyday I smell like mad weed
limit soldier
Y'all ain't ready, get motherfuckin' ready, and hit 'em up mia
[mia x]
Open it up, make way for a bitch that's down
Stand aground and move
child
(Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)
[Doitall]
Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry
play at night
Sleep it off, I need a hit
Guilty pleasure
Becomes Nemesis
All by my hands
I cannot resist
Into the Blaze
That moment when steel meets
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
I’m so vicious
chasing riches with these dope ryhmes
Analytics move like a rocket that’s a straight line
Did it by myself
Don’t care if I get signed
How they make their problems yours
Offer harm instead of cures
Download our app, and like, subscribe
Type your password a million times
Delete account,
the Chi comma Illinois
My crew make more noise than yours
Fifteen a night on tour, make 'em sick with no cure
As she sits by the bar she sips Cristies
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
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