Lyrics:
Beat they ass and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
Niggas fall in love with them but everybody fuckin' 'em
I'm talkin' national
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
an instant, take heed
Feeding off your ego, cash confusion and sex
That's why, like, every eight months
You end up back with your ex
For a couple days, and then
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
mistaken contemplation by this dark haven
Movin' over dangerous ground I found it hazardous
Cantankerous lifestyles deprive one of happiness
So yo bro
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
Brotherly love, I'm leadin' by example
You're up all night watchin' late night cinema
Trying' to get your life straight like that Y2K millennium
Cops
HEAVEN EXPRESS
[Chorus:]
On the HEAVEN EXPRESS you travel alone
No need for baggage, cash or telephone
On the heaven express, there's no
shaking up your spot
Beating down your block, getting sighted by thirty cops
You want to be a G, want to be just like me
Face the consequences, stay sucker
me, close them way up tight
I can't breathe, no, I can't breathe, I'm being strangled by the night
Mr. Fat Man says, ?You wanna make some extra cash
rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just I can
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
ones in that ass, empty the whole clip
Made by a snitch , that's why them suckas fall so quick
And if you ain't down for your scratch you must be
mom and dad raised me by that golden rule
In a world that gets ruthless
A world that gets cruel
Fill'er up
Let me check you oil sir
Cash or card
What's happening all over?
I'll tell you what's happening all over.
Guy sitting home by a television set
That used to be something of a rover.
That's
a king beneath the sea
Let's see you get by underwater as well as I do on the ground
I am Aquaman and you better not mess around
There are days I swear I
Livin'all alone in a big apartment
I got cash, I'm independent
But who am I?
And where's the magic?
I've asked all the questions
But I never find
drivers fault
Now I've got to wait next to a pissed yob
"Got any change?" He's getting brash
I search my pockets for some cash while he's still talking
mutter, I shudder what I utter
Then check in your little cash flow or give my nigga back his hasborough
I catch ya, stab slow and that's whoa
Shorty with
home again
You best hang on to your cash
He let me help with the sack
Our matchmaking went badly wrong
I'd ask for my money back
You'll
travellin' currently
Made so much in millions that I could cash out in eternity
Accustomed to hittin' customs with that duffle full of currency
When God
[music: breitenbach - eilen]
[lyrics: breitenbach]
[arranged by breitenbach]
honesty! misery! creep on knees to be free
Don't you see, suffering is
afford it
Ain't about ya cash then you prolly should ignore this
This is for my hustlas in the bentlys, the porches
Bapestas, tha jordans, fresh white
then we mix it
All together makin' all
Kinds of crap so that
Tomorrow'n'today
Hey it's ok don't be frighttened
By the change but don't dare
Get in our
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