Lyrics:
know about you
I got way too much I can lose
Broken down got blues
Made that boy have a fit
Got his bitch on my dick
I swear I’ll put her back in the mix
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
through the night
Ah, excuse me sir, can we please get a moment of your time
We have a lot of people asking this question
We don't really know who you are
This is all I really know, oh
Go to take what got and you go to double up, in the pot got to mix a lot sir mix a lot
If I had another way id take that
I make her clean up like a maid Codeine by the case
I mix it, that's pink lemonade I walk around this bitch like Osama
Victim of trauma, cozy, I trap
Eve, by the leaves, every 6 with the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be
mayonnaise, um
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it
Bet that baby
These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes
Get back get back boy this a set back
Clumsy
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
I'm smoking gas in the scat pack
You gotta watch where you ash at
Seen a corner boy turn lab rat
Corny boys getting laughed at
Trap boy
I ain't gotta
bro, we some stompers
You can never be too safe
That's why I'm strapped up like a condom
When it come to movin' this weight
You know I got a lot
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
You don't wanna get stretched in here
I'd break your neck
But you ain't had a neck in years
Sir Mix-a-Lot, you're goin' 'gainst the best
It's clear
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
gonna be vacuum sealed
Mix it up with drink and pills, and I'm good at making deals
Went to school to work a scale, destroyed a few of your brain cells
the crumbs all over the floor
It's nice to meet you sir
I hope you're having lots of fun tonight
There's fireball in the backseat
And my guy
I'm not gonna lie
on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie
Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
Boy I'm on my shit, I ain't playing, I ain't playing
I got the formula, Game Plan, Game Plan
These niggas getting killed, gangland, gangland
I shoot
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
it's done, uh
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I
Im goin through these growin pains
No novocaine
No anesthesia
I'm goin thru these growin pains
A lot of long talks
But ain't no nice to meet ya's
Im
They don't know where I'm from
I'm from where them nigga tote a whole lot of guns
I'm from where they hating if you stacking up your funds
Nigga we
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