Lyrics:
to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit n****z got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes
Heart that Breaks Me
By Bill DiLuigi, Leland Grant, Jillia Jackson
Got used to the dark on the wrong side of lonesome
Been tore up, shot down
know y'all really bitches (pussy)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
Cant nobody fuck with any of my cookups
By the way I move you’d think I’m monte booker
Keep it on the hush I don’t speak on all my hookups
Imma fuck
That's your
Ass cause now I'm in the dark
And I'm going for your heart
When you least expect
Imma eat your neck
Let's get right down
To the muthafuckin
of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
just how I execute
I tell myself don't stress it
They miserable people Chris, that's why they testin' you
Can't fire bullets back at me, heart made
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
won't show
Now ima go fast why go slow
I'm moonwalking on the cloud 9, call it Michael Jackson, got my heart in a thriller
Girl, you make me feel alive
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
(Erick Sermon)
What's up wit that homegirl why you frontin
My raggamuffin c'mon help me wit somethin
You like me I can tell by your
satisfaction
The role of captain played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real
of their hearts
The captain of their hearts
I'm the captain, I'm the captain, of their hearts
But on Halloween I think
But on Halloween I think I can do
we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
'all in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
a reference track, than you do your album
If you're looking for a new artist, you just found him
Like Stark, my problem started at my heart
In my core
Sounding
cuffs
When I'm sick, I don't cough
Receiving laugh by giving fun,
Somebody's best friend for like 4 minutes
My feeling heart giving puns,
Prolly stressing
He seen a nigga whole body froze
Heart rate rose like a cardio
Team full of gunners
Bout that action (huh, huh, huh)
Just like Jackson
Got her fuckin
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