Lyrics:
my money in stacks
And lace my bitches with nine figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel plated nine triggas
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got a nigga booted up
Yeah that booty got me high
How she toot that thing out
When she glide by
Got
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
words like gorilla, parakeet, giraffe,and
Also, monkey"
As I strike in your area, shut down close your shops
Your crew got high blood pressure,
Come on
Nine in the morning I already hit the G Pen
(I did) musta lost my mind I swear that
I jumped off the deep end (wee)
Looking round the room
you found?
Like Masta Ace
Tell me the world's a faster place
High school students will slash your face
In these white neighborhoods, I'm talkin'
thought I heard somebody calling In the dark I thought I heard somebody call
General George began the day by taking pink little pills
Sent his men
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
Ill Will ill Will's alive yea Killah Priest
Nasdaq Dow Jones ha ha
Guns for gun streets filled
With rivers of blood
Raised in the PJ's with real
stepping on my toes)
And I don't wanna jump in a hoop with the goons
I can do it on my own
(I can do it on my Jack Jones)
Baby see my phone, yeah that's
caught up too caught up in the music business.
I had a lot of high hopes for my first record deal. I cut so many records with groups they were trying
by him
Rest in peace to Virgina Tech
Too many innocent kids dying
Well let's just blame hip hop
And act like that's the big problem
Now I would give
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
the tre with Alex
So inspired by all of these blacks staying in mansions
Time passed, my congrats on graduations and marriage
Same time got me reminded i
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
I'm hallelujah hands high and friends in low places
Red, white, and blue and red letter pages
Back row pew and front seat Ford
New King James and old
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
like the garden here?
I think it's simply splendid
I'm overwhelmed by it's sanctuary
So, you don't mind these high gates
And things and the walls?
Oh,
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine
But that was another place and another time
We'd sit out on the front porch in the evenin' when the sun went
),
Stack money(how high)
[Jim Jones:]
Since we talkin bout paper
well im fluent in that language
beneath the sky scraper
shootin through in the vanquish
About livin' on the farm
Sittin' by the campfire with his guitar
Singing Haggard and George Jones
And I could see as time went by, because of him
I'm
fly, bone to your high
The dirt dog, I be the God
The tear to your cry, I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
My place to burst from, gave me the eye
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
about a lost highway
And old George Jones I'm glad to see he's finally getting straight,
And Waylon staying home and loving Jesse more these days,
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