Lyrics:
good I said gracias
I get along with the stars and mafia
Drink in the morning forget by the evening
I Kiss her in face of her man im just greeting
Fuck
You know the news is kinda like, this is the most divided this country has ever been
It's like, why, cause we tweet at each other
You know we had a war,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
here with me
And this'll be the last sad song I have to sing
[Tech - Verse 1]
Hey
Y'all know my mothers sickness
Y'all know I'm breakin down
Y'all know
This ain't for everybody
Y'all who y'all are
Yeah you, you know who you are
These are our heroes, ha ha
Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN
Hacemos rolitas pa que las morras se toquen
Se mojen nos provoquen y luego se sonrojen mmmm
Con el Trew once again van los vagos
Alcoholicos ,
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
for you to die
That's why you better have your head on a swivel and your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
album back, I did y'all hoes a favor (Notorious)
She did you a favor, c'mon now
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (what's his name?)
He is, he is
myself, by myself, Ima run all these routes
Ima win, Ima fail, in the end I’ll prevail
Ima sip from my grail and you can’t live off clout
Y'all keep
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
[sinister laughter]
Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga
[Prodigy]
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