Lyrics:
a repo is
You really think you know how my people live?
You think you down because you know who Deebo is?
PTSD on my emo shit
Deep down in my heart, where
a repo is
You really think you know how my people live?
You think you down because you know who Deebo is?
PTSD on my emo shit
Deep down in my heart, where
beside my side before I fade away
10 lives delivered, Grim just said
"let's see who we get today" 1, 2, 3, 4
He's knocking up right at your door
5, 6, 7,
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
just told me all the reasons
I have to find my own way, don't change it like the season
It's my life, I live it on my own
Welcome to dangerzone
It's my
gone, 4
If they interrogate, I don't know what I saw
Like 1 gone, 2 gone, 3 gone, 4
Even if the feds come knocking at my door like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3
three times three
I'm the yengelbrekt bishop
Moving side to side on the board switch rook take over the kingdom
Yes I know my rank double down on my
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
you always by my side
By my side baby
I know that you always down to ride
I know that you always down to ride
Down to ride baby
I know that you always
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
I stay
Polo down to my socks, I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm
One, two, look at you
Three, four, she locked the door
I keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
She was born in Paris
At the age of 21
and the finger-pointing
At peace conferences is just a lot of
Diplomatic bull both sides have to
Live on this planet, and leaders in all
Countries know that their children
for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live
out of my shell but don't know how long 'til I crack, ooh
Do your dance right, pop a Xan right
Fake romance right, live the trance right
Smoke
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
And I'm in here with my chico
Might get you whacked, you standing three close
So
All the haters stand on dat side
All the suckers stand on dat side
worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
Reached under the pillow for the 44
See, you know it’s
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
three...[fart]
Gary phelps: oh my dear god, sir...uh, I can't...
Dr. stewart: that was the couch. I know it sounded like -- it's -- the vinyl -- it's a new couch
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