Lyrics:
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Macavity's a mystery cat
He's called the Hidden Paw
For he's a master criminal
Who can defy the law
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard
The Flying
by those with underlying motivations
You wanna mess with us? Come start an altercation
Promise by the time we're finished you're gonna need a vacation
you out in the yard, run a shank through ya ribs
I said boy, dirty, dirty boy
What you think that these bullets and guns is made for?
Bustin'
be a big MC by end of school term
I'm a big bird, you're just a worm
You don't wanna receive third degree burns
When I bust gun, everybody spread like
Yea
Grab your flute
Play that tune
You know that I'll come right too you
You know that I do
And we'll
Make love to the Devil's tune
Every night
Every
tracks
Arghh
Feeling like rama in the raid 2 raid 2
Have you ever felt so lost in the system
An felt like everyones snaked you snaked you
Went jail for
to change the channel
searching for some meaning somewhere in between
you tune in, drop out, trying to shout
but no one can hear their own voice when they
people play [echo]
It's a call for re-adjustment
Fine tune your positions
You slipping and tripping
Instead of bobbing and dipping [echo]
Will never let
chin and make you change your tune
If it's gonna get physical
Slyly I'm gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang,
a message to me...
Steve: No?
Bruce:
Nicko: Bruce, it's different...
Steve: It's a different situation.
Nicko: ...it's different for you. You're not
Sphinx,
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
Sphinx
It's not what you think
That's how it goes
The Colossus of Rhodes
Why are the pyramids
Made of Emma stone?
So alone
Tossed around by primitives
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
get followed by ten on a bike, I'm like the disciples
Ask yourself, what you really outside for?
Can't be Spotify, Apple and Tidal
We was doing opp
clattered
And clashed in the darkened yard
And he tapped with his whip at the window
But all was locked and barred
So he whistled a tune to the window
drive
And I got nothin' but love for you my friend
Doin' what you do to get by
Let me tell ya'
It's a losing man's game
To think you'll ever find what
got niggas in the graveyard
Niggas in the state yards
I swear not a day goes by
That I don't think about the times
I wish that I could rewind
Menn Rxza wetin dey che le na
menn Kevino i just dey oo
i dey do am loco for the area
omo like this ehn i dey feel you
Mc Rxza afa na
Hook:
They
Fucking with a guitar that won’t stay in tune
Left my good one in my bedroom
Haven’t been home in a while
Stopped showing up for my job
Had
that feelin got that feelin
Tonight we're on a mad one
Friday comes alive when you're there by side
I'll take you for that ride honey yeah
Tonight we're
on the grave yard
Without knowing what I think about
For all this niggas faking to be the bitch
Hurting other niggas.
Don't you know is foolish faking niggas
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