Lyrics:
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
be the harvest of my light like
I'ma pick you ripe open up ya mind
Bless you with the sight we can get it all night
However you like long as if it's
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
a pussy check his ovaries
Said he fake
If he ain’t gang then he in the way
I’m up and down on the interstate
I break it down by the dinner plate
We stacking
Im in this bitch tweaking tryna to get high i wanna fuck a bitch
Worldwide militia pullin up we tryna bust some shit
My dawg 42 not dugg but we
the samples for my new LP
Everybody knows I go to Georgia often
Got on the flight and I ended up in Boston
With all these trials and tribulations, yo, I've
the heater on the carabiner strapped up on my hip
Yeah I got the beam on the lighter leash
Light the L please, put El-P's influence on LP's
Run away with
Government of the people
For the people
By the people
Earlier today a Broward County appellate court judge has
Upheld the previous ruling
Pussies
Fall in and get quoted y'all
Yeah
It's Cashis
Welcome to the Shady game
G's up
Obie went plat
An' he back with another classic
50
Both got hundreds of charges
Domestic disputes but we've always
Swept it under the carpet
Even when 911 gets the call that
I slipped up and busted
jodeci
They need that
Real spill
So I gotta turn up
Pravada exotica
Inside my wrap
That I burn up
Cashing them checks
I playing with hundreds
My green on
I
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
Shoes by Prada
I'm your father
Future I fuck up some commas
And the Louis bag for momma
D'ussé got the cross on bottle
I'm moving fast in full throttle
penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
feel like, i gotta spit these bars quick
Before the starship gets blown up by the martians
These wars aint stoppin
Bipartisan prison, lets make everyone
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
[Ms. Melodie]
Extra extra read all about it!
KRS One's rhymes have been doubted
Suckers stepped up and got MURDERED!!
[KRS One]
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
(Ballin') Got a blunt rolled, full of OG
Double lean cup, can't catch me
Grey Goose to the face, and I'm 'bout to go up into space
Like
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
It's
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
It's
Yea she hate me
But she wanna hit my line
But you know that I'm making money
I don't got the time
You wanna hit me up
But you know that I decline
Cuz
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