Lyrics:
right to be a lil' pissed off
He picked you up, y'all got in argument, he got his shit off
My energy like, "Get lost," your energy just want peace
I
everything, play this tune, it's your eulogy
It's your funeral, prepare to die
This is music for you to be murdered by
the darkness I hear the saints say
Won't He do it won't He do it again
I know that You're the reason why
I can't help but sing
I was restless
Now I'm living by
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
So I wonder why rapper's make fake ass tapes
You won't get paid like I did, so give up punk
And while your in the studio, I'm in the trunk
You got
your own
Gold
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
Stop it lil hoe u not sneek
You tought lil bro was too geek
Thats why su woo on ya cheeks
I want a mill by the week
I get a mill call me meek
Saw
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
Saint Bernard to DeVille nigga you know who i are
Project pecker, scatter site wrecker
Comin' out your 'Bauds hoes y'all wait a second
How the fuck you
was BIG
Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
I'm back after a year of not making any albums last year
Y'all are gonna ask me if I'm finna slack again?
My answer is fuck no
I'd want to keep track
will have Your bride
Free of all her guilt and rid of all her shame
And known by her true name and it's why I sing
You will be praised You will be
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
that I'd lie
Y is the thing I ask when I look to the sky
How can I believe in god
When I know i'll fry
How you call you call yourself a saint
When you
audition,
Thanks for stopping by to visit, cause
I could be great, or I could be the greatest,
I could be a saint, or I could be a sadist,
You might act
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
What's up music life
It's TheCardTrickMaster
Here to show y'all somethin' startling and fucking amazing
As you can tell by
been a ride
Never imagined this day would come that I'd say goodbye
Cause my life used to move by so slow but now I end up flying
Through the PHS parking
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
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
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