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out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check his ass, baby, don't come back
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the
It be jam-packed in front of the stoops in Siberia
Same way they are in the middle of Nigeria
Every part of the whole
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
stop by willies house and say
Do yall need anything from town?
Hed say no, but why dont yall stop on the way back home?
And Ill get laura mae, yeah,
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through
Oh, that was such a short goodbye
Never get to say exactly what I want in front of you
I always fall apart at the worst thoughts of crashing down
I
of every moon
Cradle you tight like you're back in the womb
Bury their souls in a cove by the light
Celestial dip all that ego and pride
Drink from
Come on, come on rap dudes, let's rap rap dudes
Yeah, yeah, come on motherfucka, yeah I gave ya a hour, nigga
But now I want my shit back, bring it
want the girlies in the front, my homies in the rear
I'm not Dr. Jeckyll nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been waitin
Through me, Muhammed will forever speak
Greet brothers with handshakes in ghetto landscapes
Where a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs
Rappers, beam em up, take their minds and broaden it
Set em back to Earth and watch the network
Multiply by mega-millions, you witness a burst
Of a new
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E Double swingin high, I'm swingin low
Washin
megaphone
Apparatus in the front with two big eye
Nted like appletons with miniature
Motorized frowning chrome
Eyebrows over them along the side of
His
he got a call that was confusin'
Heard this kid said in front of that dude somethin' that never happened
Somethin' bein' perceived like it's beef,
On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day
Walking by my side
Goosebumps on my back
And I'm afraid
I'm afraid
My steps a little faster
My lungs a little tired I'm afraid
And I can feel
catch fire
I've been waiting for this moment
And I can't let it pass me by
I'm looking at my future
Right in front of my eye
Been So Long (Been so long,
Came with the heat I need lighter
Caught him in traffic he sped by (Skrrt)
Gave him some wings now he fly (He fly)
Shot him in front of the best buy
And I ain't tryna fuck with you hoes
I ain't going back home to them West Texas woes
Man, I always been a dreamer, so I chase what's in front of me
I
a bank and a buzz
Keep me a blunt in the back of the back
On attack til I'm having them racks
Back at it like I dabble in crack
Mac Daddy, keep a baddie
her old world
I didn't enjoy my birthday 'cause I was too busy cryin' over her
But soon after I pulled myself up
And by Jan I was back up
And somehow I
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