Lyrics:
you want me to
You, I would die for you
Two, three, four you
I would die for you
I would die for you
You, I would die for you
You, I would
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
nigga be you
Smoke tree by the O cuz I need to
Swear I never ever ever meant to leave you
When its dark I can feel turnin evil
I got bricks on my feet
once
Googling Scarjo nudes
In a teams call
With the client
Why do humans always have to rank things
Number one this
Number two that
Number four is always
tapping ya spouse to the couch
And put a, hole in her blouse, I don't play young nigga
Remember me from back in the day young nigga
One more thing, fuck
Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig
the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
While
Holding hostages with atomic bombs
I come from a long line
Of this kind of people
I represent a third generation of evil
It courses through my blood
This
I ain't tight
Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire
Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock
Let me
mind amazed girl, the world is a labyrinth
Deliver us from evil, I can feel the rhythm
Pack a punch, pack a bowl, got a hunch this shit's different
My
can't breathe, something's evil in my IV
'Cause every time I breathe, I think they killin' me
I'm havin' nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up
a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta
Grew up in the ghetto, raised by
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
of the Word (Eph. 4:11,12), and have two of the three revelation gifts - the word of wisdom, the word of knowledge, or the discerning of spirits plus prophecy
a evil grin
I'm an emporer not a King
Body parts hidden in a bin Your legs are binding
Tied up I'm on a binge Poison Your syringe
Ph.D. Of rap
I win!
By
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
you ever saw me is the best thing to do
Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, better
gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out
remembrance when I'm gone
From this world that gave me the entrance to Hip Hop
So why wait when I should chip chop and find the chance
Prove myself or else die
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
Every time evil come my way
I make it rest in peace
That was not a gun bar
That ain't what you get from me
Focus more on metaphors
This is not
touch me
Nothin' try nothin' die nothin' ever gonna get by
I cry
[Chorus]
He delivers it in rainbows and shades of black and gold
Trying to tell
hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick times Papi Mason times 3
Uncle Toms need Tums to stomach atomic bombs
Or die from my Wizardry rZA, GZA, Method Man
I’m
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