Lyrics:
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to a physician and he said that it died
Here's the story of the stricken killed by the poultrygeist
Next day the neighbors found him
Though something was wrong
How can I say I feel alone
Got an inbox that's full
got a terribly busy telephone
What is wrong with me
How can I not love life
with this drop dead
gat from blowin'
Me and my Outlawz we roam
Should have thought before you crossed
Now my big homies knowin'
And that's the wrongest of wrong
With
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
a song
You dead wrong if you think
Ima ever sell out, close yo eyes you can blink
Maybe dream about changing the world
These thoughts go around
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture
I’m dead or something
And you dead wrong
If you think I’m lower than anyone
In this kingdom
Team blinged up
Team rings copped
Cost to much at my shop
I
breath
Ready for your best
Bring the world on 'till there's no one left
Dead wrong
Present and strong
Never back down's gonna mark this song
Damned
dealt
You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail
It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
Cause I, could
[Dead men tell no tales.
Up push the daisies till the soil is stale
In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale
Mr. big sleep with the carp
on the song charts
I'm a longshot and never will I fall off
So if you think I'm gonna fail then you thought wrong
Soul
The next big thing coming hard with
took it back
I'm watching niggas on the block
Get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend
Get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss
N' get
took it back
I'm watching niggas on the block
Get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend
Get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss
N' get
high I need somebody drive for me
I be up there I trap by the satellite
How you out this shit moving dead wrong
When them boys come get you they gon be
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
to the nards
Never saved big - by shopping at Menards, big shit poppin', they only send regards
That's just be-cause, they ain't really my seeing whole damn
What u know about going dead broke
Now u feelin all alone like nobody wanna stick by
What you know about tryna keep a smile but u knowin deep down
eyes i see yo face
A thousand..times i pray to god wish i could be ok
Im so alone seem like they left me for the dead by myself
No consideration when i
"Fuck the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
the circus
Steady tryin' to hurt us
Tell me what's the purpose
They say I'm prejudice
The only presidents that I fuck with
Is the ones that's dead
Like the big
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