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and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one
No coffee in the AM yea I only sip Jack
She likes to lick the cocaine off my mustache
White girl with the sun tan, drink out the bottle rug rat
I
arms locked with a suave buccaneer
Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
For she's been humped by every chump
From Jack Lane's Way to Broomfield Bay
She's got saggy tits, breeding hips
And a fire down below
You'll grow
Uh-huh, we'll see, spend a little time with me
By the time I make my move you be sayin' finally
(ain't no moves to be made) too many games get played
or die - the mantra
Yeah
Do or die - the mantra
Some friends sold that white girl or that Ganja
For me it was selling life music to get cha on to
Either
IMMA MARCH IN
Shotty, glocks, with the armor on
Getcha body dropped, sendin' shots, set if off
White boy better duck or run, better duck or run
IMMA
now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
Dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson by
there'll be no peace
(No just no justice no peace, no just no justice no peace)
Detroit's own Starsky and Hutch police
Declared war down on Warren Street
can't do
I like how we all come together
Finally feel like Detroit gettin better
But ain't shit sweet boy I'm really wit whatever
Nigga don't meet my
Rivercat I 4 an I tooth 4 a tooth like a sweet emotion rivercat I candy ass like Jack Nicholson rivercat ICU can't do that on television rivercat I
cheetahs
Lion's Teeth
Caps is coming off
They knees
We king of the league
Sun god wide receiver 1
Sacks by cidan Hutchinson
4 quarters until its done
King
If I was Barry White I'd be like what up ya'll
I I was a nipple in the cold I'd be like...
If I was your dead uncle I'd be like...
If I was a rain drop
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
bout cocks
I can’t even stop, gimme’ some more more
Doin’ boner rails all night
Who got the white? Wroetoshaw
And by white, we talkin’ bout dib dab
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
Mafia what else... Blockworks... 227... Concreatures...
Where we at wit it? Detroit, lets get it (it's on)
Barrel smoking on the stick, you know we
Take what you want, tie they a** up
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Just don't, get, no, blood on the dope
Bring it back all white
that white bitch, cocaina have you seen her?
I got pounds of keisha
Keys of the coca
Voted number one D-Boy by the fiends and the smokers
Dope
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go
Home to the by and by;
I knew that fever had you, Jack
And that doctor just wouldn't come
He was too busy treatin'
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