Lyrics:
think they can't be outdone
Well put your thoughts together and put out a decent album
The outcome
You out son
Shut up and live it out dumb
Got 5
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
written by the victor
It's poison
Yeah, poison
I wanna live for something
I wanna die for something
He makes me cry for nothing, says that I'm a dime
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
and the enlightened ones
A masterplan was conceived
To put an end to this hell on Earth
All of the plan was found by the man
Their quest for peace was forced to stop
The gangsterism of rap these combined elements
Got the brainwashed dancing at live events
Catchy beats and hooks the lyrical content
Full of verbal poison by
Acres, can you compensate our fear? Genetic PTSD, leave a dollar for every tear
Pockets never empty, fear turns to anger Anger turns to rage, all this pain
sharing my views from the window seat
I've tried to keep it light and not get in too deep
But if I don't say this, the album's incomplete
We do it for
I can't live
Without you by
My side
I know you
Wanna be
My ride
And I only feel good
When you're
Sitting next to me
You feel like
Poison in my veins
pierces
On what I once called home
Strangled by my decisions
This place is not safe anymore
The sickness growing within me
Making my lungs freeze
Where
the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk
F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s album number 3 Real Talk
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Huh?)
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all
Way too busy now can't make time for haters
You were on stage so I threw tomatoes
Young black king spittin facts
I was doing this way before the great
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched,
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
late my
Eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so temperamental, it's mental
I get money but you still see me in a rental
Shaking the petrol pump
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
strike the match stick
Deep down you know the punishments fit
The poison is deadly and potent you'll lose it
This isn't our fault it's the path one chooses
Black Sun came and changed our name
Made our lives this simple stain
Drove the children from their chores
Handcrafted housewives into whores
Society
that shit cuz yo songs is awful
Crying on yo insta Live cuz you got doxed by Fawful
And don't get me started on that nigga Snoopy WRLD
You is so enormous
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