Lyrics:
grammar when I'm injured with a hammer,
But I've a preference for the deference of a metaphor.
I've read the Odyssey by Homer and the Iliad as well,
I
for the ride!
When you laugh we laugh
And we've cried with you!
When you crap your pants you know we do too!
You're the man who's leading
All of us down
grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?
Tell
heat!
Be like the god damn big guys!
I try to improve and try to get by
I try to be like them every single time
But now I'm stuck, gotta choose my path
with not being caught by police
Was running hot
Like a crap's player on a streak
When you hit it, you just run with it
He always told me
We had so much
of crap (Crap)
Drive-by all you hear is grat grat
One of my opps snitched on his whole gang, they call him the biggest rat (Rat!)
They found him and broke
Corey Feldman knowing I was the bigger man
I said "Look Feldman this is a family restaurant
So take your crap somewhere else"
And then he replied with
Lee
Cause fool I gets around
Smoking on indo don't step up
When my guns in hand
I rolls with a strong clan
They calls me the old man
Cause I got some
Mind over matter
Created by the human hand
I will sustain this law
Impartiality enhance
A number combination
Who have to judge this nation
Parameters
and you know this
But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jacking or craps
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
Like the candy they buy at a stand full
Of flags by the side of the road
It's not good for them to hand 'em that load
Of crap like they do
I
If I could turn back the hands on all clocks
I'd rewind hip-hop back before Biggie and Pac got shot
Show them both what's become of hip-hop
Smoke a L
No matter if you're miles away
I swear I'm here to stay
You know I want you
Nobody even crosses my mind
When I got you by my side
When you're on my
autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg, name's
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg,
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
"Get down let's see your hands see your hands!
Let's see your hands everybody hands!
Everybody let's see some hands! Huh?
Don't nobody move!
for my cursed soul,
It's the end by my own hands
All resistance is futile
No more than a pile of crap
Shall I grab the steel and it would end it right
Would try to seeze this moment
Or would the moment try to seeze your soul
And the stab rolls by you make me realize
This is a view from nowhere
Yeah,
Yeah
Still on that ass like
Handcuff's up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla
You should've jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators
Yeah
Still on that ass like
Handcuff's up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla
You should've jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators
soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call
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