Lyrics:
I was living life once so rebellious
Fake friends on every angle ant no telling this
Days alone by the phone felt like an alien
I was different no I
cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above paradise
Lost and you're a spectator, stringent
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal
Into my earthworm soul
Unnn huh
Unnn huh
Bet sum bet sum
Bet sum bet sum
Unnn huh
Unnn huh
Yea yea
I let my kids play with money
Now they can count by the 50s and 100s
the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the booming system
I must be getting old cause the bass sounds
Watch out! If you don't like the sound
Fuck you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town
Cars drive by with the boomin' system
I must be gettin'
gon' see
Double album back to back
You gon', gon', gon' see
Album cover of the year, too
I got two of them, yeah
And this ain't to be cocky
to catch you so it can eat ya
A bit o' din din
You can't trust these bastards
They won't throw you back in
You know that garden you had done?
With
Tha darker the cherry
The sweeter the flavour
The bigger the heart
The more that u braver
Wont be in my heart
If i ant raise ya
Raised of pac
Working
[Dres]
Listen, this is Dres, and I'm letting ya know
That S-H-O-W-be -I-Z and A.G. are all that
So just sit back, relax, if you got a big bozak
eyelids, baffled by this.
Tell us what you see?
The hair on the back of your neck stands.
Another way out, another way out...
The army ants have escaped.
sound like miniature popgun blasts
And are accompanied by a cloud of reddish-coloured, vile-smelling fluid
It is commonly known that ants keep slaves
nigga?"
I don't know
Teaching my kids to be like me, and ain't nobody want new shit
Guarantee, you make an album take my vocab, so fuck the mic up
How u fit that ass in some pants like that
Imma throw that money watch ha gone rake that back
Ant talking wrestling im trinna pin her to the mat
Got
information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album
information, go in your brain
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me
Before my album
Phone rings
[Outro: girl (Ghostface Killah) and Theodore Unit]
Damn, nigga, stop fuckin' touchin' me
(Come on, ma, I thought you had an ant on your leg)
like to queer one?
Flying from the chandeliers and treading in their elephantine stools.
Look at the animals, two by two; aren't you glad to be one?
the real but I'm the one that they shushing
But I'm the last one that you could put in a box
You get me in there you'll need more than a lock
I ant no God
fact
This album is about respect, honor, fuck a beat and a rap nigga
This a motherfucking movie, and if you trying to stop it
You gone have to load, aim
and kicking
I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat
slide on your man, landslide
It's a nine in my pants, hand cocked
You gon' try to recant, you can't now
I can step on a ant, ant pile
I'ma shoot
bubble rapped
You trinna flex on me
Gone get ya brudda clapped
Cause i aint going back
Cause i ant going back
You trinna flex on me
Gone get ya brudda
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
When I'm teaching a man how to fish
I'm back baby
You know that
I can't do this shit all alone
Can't show the pain in my heart
So I do on these songs
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