Lyrics:
line I'll take you by the hand and show you life from my lens
I didn't mean to pick up
I left my phone in my pocket a couple bills in the wallet
I
entrepreneurial fingers
Stuck in the walls of the project halls
Where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be
'Cause on the inside we've
like the chainsaw massacker.
sawing true your vains.
creepy noise
i hear voice
killing little kids
by giving candy filled poison
the face color int
said I broke 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the baby cast like that, though,
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him and took him far away
Far away from always knowing that
up,
Them blue bills all up in my wallet, had to switch it
Okay Kool...
You been riding like a rider
By yo side you side you got that
niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather
rooms I don’t know that you would get many hits on your C.V.
I have to admit I never watched the standup of or listened to the comedy records of Bill
me why the fuck you do this
I said the only way yo fingers ever get to play
Is when you're playin' with ya little Rubik's
I said
Ooh, little computer
metal, black kettle, bitch
High pitched, fly shit, five settle, five words like the bandit lord
I think this weed got me paranoid
Middle finger to my
his Sassons
To take a crap- BOOM! -gas fumes- then his ass soon
Had shitted out little Denace n Spencer
And so now then the suspense of
Having two
She holds my heart she holds my soul
That woman is true to me, despite what I've been told
I'm just getting by
Down at the End of the Line
Take that
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin
Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury
St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna
Tell the miners' kids and wives
There's a blast in the number five
And the families I see standing at the gate
The inspector years ago said number
said I broke 'em)
Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the baby cast like that,
Put a finger in the sky for my highs
Put two to the floor for my lows
Everybody think they know how I rise
But they don't know what they don't know
by force to de gum body
Iwo gan o kere you be somebody
You get concept bi Tg Omori
For weitin you de do youre so bad
Stand and fight youre so soldier
Ay, in my apartment a long time ago
I knew a bad bitch, but she was kind of slow
Still gave it up when it's a few of us
She let me finger fuck her
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
with stacks
Showed him the gat like ‘you gonna
Miss the finger roll right’ fuck
I Told the driver Lenny swing me by
The garden I gotta talk to Pat
Showed
the finger next to the index
Such threats expect five guys, five techs
Make they gats all sing in unison like a quintet
They don't say whodi, son, dun,
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
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