Lyrics:
watching friends again PLEASE
stream every album out by john lee hooker
watch TJ Hooker or Booker, play snooker
just don't htink about monica's
a blue face
You mad ass hell, it's a closed case
I woke up feeling polite
Don't care 'bout what you say
Alkaline or the D'usse
Either way, we gon' be
hand
Flammable liquids in the lab explode
And you get stabbed with all the flyin glass
Trained to blow up commercial aircrafts
Trained in
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
The money it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all on
So I'ma take war and lead the boys
all the rage
And then I do that shit at church, then the Gospel pays
Cause they'd be all dismayed if I told the whole truth
Like the rich young ruler,
on rhymin like you didn't know
Naughty By Nature came to save ya from them BULLSHIT shows
Chorus
[Treach]
The Feds pick up
knowin any given day and time I could wind up a goner
See, people got it bad from jump street
And bein short is just another strike against me
I used
(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with
what it ain't because I see all the proof (Proof)
Luh Charlez cooks up the beat (Cook it)
And I drop voodoo on you (Voodoo)
Witchcraft real life place
the pleasures and pain living in fame
Show him the bloody walls and floors still stained
And his wife wrote that's signed by his name
And next i'd visit Malcolm X
girls moved to NY
I shoulda' known now how you watch Sex And The City
I know we ain't close but, I gotta focus on blowing up
I know I promised that I'd
furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Sure the thought can occur to you
My next album
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
Four platinum albums, do the math, baby
When you gettin' money, life is fast, baby
Count it up until I can't feel my fingers
Count it up again like I
whole team in (Y-O)
D-Block homicide, look 'em in they faces
(D-BLOCK) look how many shooters with us
Count how many cases
Hardest in the world
(Ghost)
could guess
They asked me if I knew Shatta, they said he's one of the best
My honest response ended up being twisted by the press
He understood that, so
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
for not having no credit
And still walking up in here like you riding out
You can say I got Rhonda Byrne’d
Cuz The Secret ain’t work but I tried it
My mom is a thug with the bomb-diggy bud
And her palm on her gun
Just for blastin that ass
Actin insane for the platinum chain
And her new album's
kids goin' higher
Told you on the album, that was prior
Two that's tougher than, nobody rougher when
Run-D.M.C., throwin' down like a Bufferin
I'm feeling lately
I'm up next like sequels, no one believes you
Opened up some new doors, when I couldn't put the key through
You'd think I'm evil, I'm
tells me, howd you come up with this beat, these bars?
It just spawns inside of my brain, surrounded by pain and membranes
My longest song yet and im so
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