Lyrics:
I float by
Call me if you maybe find the time
Hey buddy that's neat
Here's a deal I spit heat
For an ounce of my flavor
You beg and plead
When I'm
me yea she dish it well
Besitos but I don't kiss and tell
Head to toes I got her gripping nails
Imma bring the hammer man I bet we'll build
Bar
it takes to make 'em jell
And in Washington I'm known by one and all
As the hostess with the mostes' on the ball
They could go to Elsa Maxwell
niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey
I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt
On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month
I'm a Blood, you can Crip if
a battle ax
From the east came a third, holding a
Spiked club, and finally, from the west
A rider who wielded a great hammer of war
With them came their
demons
Blood stains on my sneakers
I Put blood sweat and tears in this
Im neva gonna call it quits
Dollar and Dream
Dollar and Dream
I mob with the team
I
Stories in our blood.
A power that cannot be tamed.
I hear it now...
The steel is shaped by fire.
The hammer falls, it rings the walls.
Honed but still we
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
Knights
Yeah and I'm always packing
Keep the lightning on my hip like I'm Thor
These hammer and nails will lay you flat as a door
Real warrior covered in
horseback to meet at your doormat
Indian death cry don't know what to call that
The hammer no Thor axe is kept by the thorax
If I let it he weather changing
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
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a wannabe knee slapper
Never been jealous I'ma honoree master head honcho with colossal stature
I'm from the heights you will never see
More bricks broken by
the intellect sharp when outweighing my brawn
If we shooting don't be Donald Ducking when hammers get drawn
Blood is dripping like cherry crayons, I snap like
from arms and hammers baking so distill
High degree heat remove the fakes from real
And I still let in the snakes call it a happy meal.
I gotta pamper
what can fuck wit that?
And who can fuck wit me? You not built up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get
me? You not built up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you filled up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all grilled up
And got
like to be a black man - hated in his own land
Land that he built with his own hands
Flesh and Blood but treated 3/5ths-A-Man
Great grand had problems,
side by side as they charge forward
Swords clash in the night
As blood fills the streets
The guards lose the advantage and begin to fall
Axes hack off
brutality
Blood spills, multiple fatalities
Leave all my enemies in agony
I love to smile in their face when they're mad at me
I'm so crazed, consumed by
the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your
of blood
Fills up my inner strength
Knights marching for battle
Under the banner of this blasphemous realm
Moved by rage
Crushing bones and ripping flesh
I
I’m a warrior, hack ‘em up, live by Bushido
Chop heads, stack ‘em up, don't give a fuck about a c-note
No free throws, throw a knife right through
eyes are witnesses of your sins
Blood cells carry the evidence
I'm an accuser I call the vengeance
With your death I heal the pestilence
Dying in
Of how I handle my problems, stamp 'em out
Make space between your brain and your scalp
Call me Shao Khan, 'bout to drop a hammer now
Got a timeshare in
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