Lyrics:
Mr peter
One word I'd like to tell:
I'd like to meet the Astorbilts
And John D rockefell"
Old Pete said, "Is that so?
You'll meet them down below"
Oh,
down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it
cried and said she always knew he was up to no good
It broke her heart the night he died
And she made me promise I'd stand by your side
And try
As the sun shines down so early.
Now, she swore by God and the good St. John.
True lover she had never a one,
True lover she had never a one,
As the sun
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
pride won't let me run, by the time I thought i'd finally caught up
She was gone
I know, life e dey sweet but e fit brutally sometimes
Gotta keep your
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Down at the railroad station my suitcase settin' by my side
Got no high hopes of leaving I'm just watching the trains go by
Watching the trains go
or two
If he's a making you a hat, he needs to know some things about you
He'd say, "Set yourself down, tell us what you're thinking about
Your hat says
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
left
I had to get that shit up out my chest, I had to kill a nigga for respect
I had to ride around, had to slide down in the name of WPF
I held it down
of flavors
I'm Keanu Speed I can't stop can't wait up
I'm Keanu Reeves pick a John Wick or a Matrix
Girl I got that D
I know you tryna lay up
Girl all eyes
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
'cause'
Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya
Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright
still a drug addict, you fell off the bus
And competitors exist cuz they made to crush
Kill a nigga like john wayne gacy minus the faggot
It aint nothin,
You'd think it was poker
God will take me to the Crystal Palace
In another league now
So by Gods grace I'll manage
My life and my team
Are influenced by
intimidated by the dirty pigeons
They love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who's that gut lord marching
You should cut down on your pork life mate
Get some
the crew, they lay about
When down in the ocean, boys
We heard this mighty shout
His hair was red, his eyes were green
His beard was floating free
He'd a long
find the bones
Of Christopher John Whitner
He was the first slain by my hand
He was the bass player in my band
But I'd had all I could stand
what you gone do
You bitches run your mouth while I'm running hoes in the booth
I'd shoot a bitch down like you Lincoln, I'm John Booth
(I'd shoot
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