Lyrics:
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
Do anybody really Really Rap anymore?
Pfft, I don't know
Does anybody really REALLY Rap anymore?
Nigga I don't know
Must be confidential, only
the rapping from the radio and that ain't lame
You think I can't rap, well I can do that
By saying you're a cat, with a long hat
Is that good enough, to prove
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
played out formulas don't even look right
I moved to Brooklyn and connected with my next to kin
Can't dwell on pessimism I gave you the best of it
This my
Missed interviews and lateness/ Losing patience/
Rap interludes with Faceless, how the days go by?/ Life is the age old high/
As I return with the fire
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Pigeon-toed cause ya shoes are small
You don't shop, you just cruise the mall
No dough, with Lee Press-Ons
Frontin' with ya girlsfriend dress on
You
weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
You think I'm finished - I load another clip
Look in my face, I
Unh! I bring you murder in the first
And even as we speak we gettin further in this verse
With no further adieu I do what I respect
Doom got me
any further
It's too late, I'm infiltrating in your space
And by the time you see my face, your boy already got your chick in order
Your ducks are not
light, we don't cover ground through the spite
In the hood, they don't care bout these raps, they want your life
Look
'Specially when you flossing
The hate
the reward in it (What's the point?)
Rap's dry if you don't have sauce with it
You can't take a course for that
I weren't taught I was born like this (I was
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
The rap struck 'em, harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on
And any half-assed known rapper to trespass
Better be ready for
words into.
[Chorus]
Stay in my heart.
Stay with me here.
Stay with me now,
And don't let go.
Some things look better
When you're further
on the morning
She like it from the back
With my fingers in her hair
I love it in any position
Ma I don't care
She like when I shine up them jewels that blind
wanna have fun
Why don't you come kick it with a young black African millionaire
Come kick it with a young black African millionaire (Okay)
Look at you
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