Lyrics:
Make you all just look like clowns
I don’t do this for the clout
I ain’t stopping till the crown
Is resting in my palace please
Call me by your majesty
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
Yeah
I guess I'm, sorry not sorry
Yo
For the past year I've been goin' through the ringer
I figured it would die down by now
But the more I consider
'fore cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gang bang
I
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
tiger did to Roy?
Go play with Woody, I’m the Real McCoy
I’m not tryina change you
And I can be irritated by some of the vain shit that you do
Way I
(e.a.poe)
Jeff performed a reading of this poem by edgar allan poe for the tribute compilation closed on account of rabies, produced by hal willner.
destro sul tuo album
Uccido la traccia voi trappate noi vi treppiamo
Bad trip tre due uno: ciao capo
Throw up sopra i treni del tuo circondario
Così ti
wrath in the end (Eh-eh)
I label this shit
Hot Shit (E-Hee)
Written with a Red pen
For Blood shed
By the real Hebrews
Plus lions leaving their den
It's the cngel or the alien
The shadow of the Holy Ghost
The holy one from the bricks
The cold corners hope
The el Roy to the fix
When vibrating low
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
to turn heads
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them haters want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I'm different, so don't compare me to another
'Cause they can't hang, word to the mother
my taste
I make the rules
I see my future blowing weed up by the pool
Forgive a nigga when I do you
Do you cruel
I just spent $600 3 Azul
Whippin that
Sono in un bad trip come quei tre kids di Fatima
Vedo cose che neanche Roy Batty s'immagina
Scrivo testi pop-up ed è 3D ogni pagina
Tu la vedi
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
up
Riding shotgun
With my chickita
S.H.E. Dub
ctrocious Macadocious
No M.c.C.i Love
I stay west coastin
Know where I'm from
Right by the Pacific
up
Riding shotgun
With my chickita
S.H.E. Dub
Atrocious Macadocious
No M.A.C.i Love
I stay west coasting
Know where I'm from
Right by the Pacific
Kill a tree and put a rock in the hospital over me
If you see me up in the mountains with a lion, I ain't lyin
Nigga don't help me, my nigga help
have been an early grave
Push ups
No metals
I just let that
water from my body lock them up tho I don’t sweat bars
wrong ones getting the hype
shit giving me stress now
Pulling up myself by my bootstraps
I am not a brat but I'm really just a rat now
If you talking shit Imma throw you off
I'm more badazz then Boosie
I been giving in to sin and I been living life loosely
I been petty to the people that adore me
I been taught better by my
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