Lyrics:
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own
cleaning
They can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other
How I do 'em in line
Come
Through trials and tribulations
In seek of liberation
Na na na na na no
Dem say no guns no war
But if they bring war we got the guns
The misconception is in
breath
They tell us to come forward but gun us down if we step
We living in hell and all we need is God help
I know he looking down like these people
Where I'm going go to now.
Well, I'm burned down,
Shattered, Drowning in this pain.
Wondering when,
You'll Come home again.
Raise me up,
Raise me up
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
come get you no decoys
I'm in the stu this that nic noise
(Pha, pha, pha) don't get hit boy
These are them things that you can't Avoid
I rock them shirts
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by a stray blast
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
you can change em
I breathe life into instrumentals and I'm the person who made em
I sing the hook and leave em hooked my boy
This all entertainment
I
don't be scared come fucking see me
That smoke so fucking loud that when I use it you'll hear crickets boy
Kole
Mmmmm
Guns pop like mollies in this
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga I'm ready to peel
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything I see in my radius
The kid
dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in
posse
I'm a outlaw country boy, straight up out the bottom
Revolver in my Gator boots, Detroit we gotta problem
Turn down the bass, I'm a turn up
she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home
And some
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
science boy (Ghetto calls)
The ghetto the ghetto the ghetto
Guns drugs slugs
Multiplied by thugs in the slums
Headquarters of corruption
Sick fools with
up now
I’m on the clean-up
‘Cause I’m cleaning all these rappers
Niggas know I’m in this
Going to the cleaners with the Beamer ‘cause
I got that new
Godfather Scarface
Nas Escobar Came with the Firm our taste
We loving it moving work bust Our guns bugging it fist fights
In The School hallway thug in it
that shit go, frozen, freezing
The boy want smoke brought tree in
We in this bitch with that kill switch
I ain't the one worried about pleasing
Slide
Can never get with a gorilla no
Killa cerebral feelin biblical ritual
This should get rid of the pain
Here in your pitiful game
This is for palatial
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