Lyrics:
People work in our homes working like slaves
So how we living the life we live in danger
Cause I was born in the life not in a manger
Like how we live in
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
brothers that’s a character trait instilled by my mother
Cats these days got a victim mentality no common sense and even less morality
All these phones
the streets, here's a few safety tips
Watch who you speaking bout and watch who you speaking to
The cats you speaking bout could show you what the heat could do
by rhymes yo it's hard times
All across the nation cold points of frustration
Created hot joints of illustration
Concentrate while stakes are high
Each line I spit was born with 20 brothers
In order for him to live, I had to sacrifice the others
I love 'em like a mother, from the moment that I
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
savage that curse queens
I'm somethin' from his worst dreams
First we handlin' first things, I'm subsurface unseen
Grat'll hold planet by purse strings
the light shine, and go live your life
One with my trinity
Mind, body, soul, hold the energy
Maintain peace, with a smile on my face
Keep myself at ease,
to only live because I wanna take naps
Break a boy down wit a swing to the back wit a bat wouldn't run cause he thought the kid cat
Now the kid king I'm
the Barcelona sky
The crowd stands by, a cheering
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Hooked on high speed energy
Cold blooded, warm hearted violin
Cats gut
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
takin' over
And yes yes you to the BN
Scores like 10 on my IQ test
Stay live with Divine so I'm so funky fresh
I rocks to the east I flows
week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin'
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Italian heart throbs could not get
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
A yo it's crazy bugged
It's like we're speaking another language
Our hearts anguish
For those who doesn't understand this
The streets became dull
lit up the green stuff in his cigar
And took hits one by one
Now I got to thinking who this cat could be
And what the hell is- going on
Well I turned
My mom and I we live alone
A grand appartment is our home
In fareholm towers
I have to keep me company
Two cats a dog a paraket
Some plants
trees,
Cats lay low like Paublo in milked out diablos
The Williest, bitches be the silliest
The more I smoke, the smaller the phillie gets
Room 112 where
right?
I can live in the mansion
Still like the complex
Money is not everything
Bitches not having is complex
Lips never dry, still might need the carmex
cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
Daddy, daddy cool
She was the meanest cat
In old chicago town
She was the meanest cat
She really mowed
Losing the reflection of a fight
But like a compass seeking North
There lives in me a still sure spirit part
Clouds of doubt are cut asunder
By
that
Ain't heard nothing new, why you done that
Hate all of these fools, and they dumb ass
Lame cats want it spoon fed. Fuck that
Made tracks, went
the trouble starts
I like it when he stay and play his part
Ain't scared to put a slug through a nigga's heart
Takes the best of both worlds don't
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