Lyrics:
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
[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
Hi Ho the righteous
You Strike them where they lie
They're free from guilt
They're free from Moral sin
High and low there's a reason why
I'm
a better album than blue face in two days
Did it by myself for so long I forgot how to ask for help
Need enough money to swim in Michael phelps
Y'all been
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 ,
the street
And get my arm chewed off
By octopus with teeth
I'm in my laboratory building a disease
My wife has a tail and
Our children grow on trees
Poke my
that Johnny
Tints and all black
Bitches give da brain
Just like a zombie
Here's lil snack
Seen em by that corner
He a goner
That's where niggas lack
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
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
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
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1.Monkeys, Whales, Bugs
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
know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick
hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession
a pointed confession really
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
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,
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
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