Lyrics:
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Ya’ll some cat toy rappers getting whooped by the pussy
I beat the box like the fat boys before I roll up the cushy
It’s Mykel Hawk I’m on my grown man
Virtuoso
Every time I step in this bitch, it's a masterpiece nigga
Didn’t wanna address the obvious but y’all forced it on me
You niggas corny
Wether they speaking or creeping on me, I ain't the one you can throw in a box
I don't ever hide, they say they're going to slide, but I know they're
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
Once more
Gentlemen, if you would care to take your seats?
I shall be sitting in Box Five
Do you really think that's wise, monsieur?
My dear
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
that's a feeling to trust
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz by now I've taken
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
eyy
(yeah you gon fail)
How I'm finna get rich if I'm stuck in a box
Niggas really be hating and they sleep in a box
Yeah she for the streets
Yeah
ha ha its hot
Hello, hello
Uh, we bout to cross the finish line ladies and gentlemen
Hello, hello
I suggest you common
Hello, hello
Shh shh shh
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
gotta reload
my relies really cant trust uss
Big *** sunglass got it from bayview bustas
lookin like a bug thizlummug
lookin like im from crest woaa
fresh
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
This dream is for you
Trapped inside of a dark box this Fort Knox
Stuck behind
I couldn't think of anything that rhymes with drunk
By the end of this song I'll have a new liver
You'll have a new lover
I'll cry you a rivers cuomo
Yeah that’s what I got
Stuck in my box
I never let you in
I hardly trust my friends oh
It’s hard to open up
When you afraid to love
Hedgehog’s Dilemma
fuck me
But I know she lying
Told me "Baby you could trust me"
But I know she lying
Said "You the only one who touch
Me" but I know she lying
Bitch you
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
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