Lyrics:
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
shit goes south
(When shit goes south)
MmmMmmmm
Do you remember when it all seemed so easy to get by
The blood in the water, (yeah, yeah)
Of what use is it for this (creature) to rise 90,000 li, and make for the South?”
He who goes to the grassy suburbs, returning to the third meal (of
Y′all think i'm a burden
Ugh
That I am certain
Tryna discourage
But it ain′t working
I ain't a feind or a vermin
Playing with your iddy biddy life like
This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face
I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore
This is South Cak
Presentation with a
Hint of mischief written on my face
I'm in album mode, I'm a fade
Not in album mode, i just play
It's the fore
drizzy named views after you
Bunda caught a case, yeah I saw it on the news
Swinging north east west down south e dey move
Would you be kind to follow me
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
cotton thorns in your palms
It's for y'all that I sketch these songs and it goes
Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow
I fear no man,
Intro: BIG (Puffy)
(Uh-uh, yea)
(I want a remix again)
(I think I want a remix again)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew (ready Big)
Represtin all
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here
Well first of all, let me let you know who I am
Well, I
All we want is the money
I keep em' bro.
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.
I'm going to tell you a story in
we jeopardize for thighs with Sigma Gamma ties
You niggas fairly odd, y'all wonder bout our own demise
Then catch one on the crimson chin like Alabama
Intro:
This goes out to my peoples in Queens. Representing, Brooklyn, Uptown.
Yeah, yeah Boogie Down Bronx, Staten Island, all the way to New Jersy.
Pardon me if this goes all over the place
It ain't really nothing
Honestly
Honestly
Dear Hip-Hop, I had to write you
Tell you sometimes I don't like
A cold day in December down Alabama Way
Her feet were cold from working, so she climbed aboard to stay
When she sat down did she know the ripples
die genocide the cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls
I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us
and he moved the family south
To a future full of promise and of doubt.
No one gave them anything. They worked for all they had.
She was just a mom and he
on lock AZ to New Hampsire
Ohio, Alabama, Louisiana
And all my Missouri niggas with country grammar
Nuff respect you came to death
Even China and Japan know
The Barter Hughius Greenus
With my best buddy by my side
We'd sing, sing, sing"
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK
I sleep all night and I work all day
He's
all angles and sides
And they don't wanna see that you smilin' from inside
It really boils down to how you plan to survive
Love certain ones but
goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme, record by E
In the city of angels, with a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like
the snares all the way through
This thing right here, man
Drum section Weezy Baby
Tez, once again
What up? Yeah
This is what they call me, biatch, haha
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