Lyrics:
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
shit about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin' but another, a lone John Doe
That want to flow, here it is, comin' up shit's creek
I come to throw
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
I come through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fuckin' sack won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the x-rays
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
Hardwired for this shit, one-two, one-two
Holla at me
Yessir, right back at your ass
I still got it
Haha, Dave East, Big Snoop Dogg, DJ Drama
recaptured, and two of them were later executed for their crimes.
In 1946, six prisoners attempted to escape by digging a tunnel from the prison's laundry
Up until now, my latest attempt to further my career and kill my past lovers
My life was like loving a truck driver
Waiting for calls while he's
the hall in the ole hotel where me and old John stayed.
Were some school marms, they'd come up from Dallas to party for a couple of days.
Now these old
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
A strategist, to see His Majesty on high is the
Mission critical. We in it for the glory of
Israel’s pinnacle. We finna go Notorious on the instrumental
Like John
the kids came by to see them,
Celebrating 30 years of holding on,
Lift a loving cup, a cup of number one.
Chorus
?Look across the table John, look across
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
John's an American journalist
Doesn't know how it came to this
Reporting on a Middle East's crisis
Taken prisonner by terrorists
Since the day that
the crack
In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon' to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
Ha, by popular demand Sasha Fierce, Nicki Minaj, let's go
Yo rude boy, why you cross me like a little T?
I'm Minaj, big M, uh'uh not a Mickey D
-The books of TIMOTHY are two
cre followed on by TITUS
They point us to the paths anew
Where nothing will affright us.
-"Onesimus" - who once did steal
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
for you
To bring me to life
But you left me dying
Dying inside
Three piece suit with a piece by the waistline
Just in case a motherfucker wanna
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for
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