Lyrics:
windows of the church break
Belly on the flat screen, bass is like a earth quake
Diamonds in a suitcase, Bible by the ashtray
Clouds on a bad day, look up
life got you caught by Surprise
Didn’t make it to see 38 no
Zuuop she coming my way bitch
Sipping the drank w the coke mix
Write like a author I’m taking
and yanking the chains dissing
When every shot they take I swear to god is fucking missing
I heard you got dissed by a rapper named
"Ghost Tha Don"
"Ghost Tha
favourite man 6kyl4rk eh-eh (chaii)
Abiri mix
too many roughnecks
Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Had to beat niggaz with toast
Clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat
a suckers day
You mess around with Mix-A-Lot, you might get blown away
Wearin' five gold rings, never intimidated
In Seattle they are jealous 'cause
Enviyon on the mix
Fake from the real
Let 'em know
Hey
I swear they thought it was over
But we just beginning
What’s in the darkness comes to light
my big check to six
Times wit Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his
or four or five or six
The mix is on Scott Larock and Scott Larock is on the mix
Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
the mix
I swear to God ima keep that Nine and stand on all Ten
Wake up and go get the paper, Got greenery by the acre
We dripping in different flavors,
cnalogue control, you'll never take my soul,(6) you'll never take my soul
Double “U”FOS(UUFOS) for those who didn't know
Used to fear the ghosts, now we
Iceberg, rabbit's, in the Foxhills Mall
Where I coped two more, brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
Catch me by the pool in
My
a harpoon
Through ya heart soon if you walk to
Close to me, close shot
Flow for mi me coast you
Can't see my flow I practice notes
With the ghost, no joke,
On my way I don't need someone trying to save me
On my way I don't need someone by my side
On my way I don't need fakes friends on my way
On my way I
in the studio and make hits
Fix up the mix
Then whip up and get up by six
All like it aint shit
Everyday I'm mobbing I be out here papper chasing
three four five six
My favorite car is Chick Hicks
I fucking hate politics
I can’t stop eating cake-mix
Grunkle Xan and i’m here to flex–
Robot fucks, we
Chicken on my mind I been starving
Feeling like the man I just ran it up in target
A six figure whip i don't care where I park it
I'm Shopping
servin rap classics
This ain't ya average see what I mean
imma add up all the bodies and divide it by 3
Peace to everybody that's been ridin with me
Say
a soldier
[Capone]
For them thug niggas holding their gats and never scared
I'm prepared - every day get bent on beers
Play the corner close - quick
slugs
Because I wanted hugs by like two million sluts
Yuuuh
Cheat on my wife
Every day of the week
With like two hundred dyke
I'ma as Gay as the G
With
And these Sweater got tears and these Mikes Got Some rips
She know that I grinch she Could tell by the fit
Love me a bitch that's going stay out the Mix
Bitch
back to ?????????????
And I said, "Hm-hm, excuse me," and she walked past
She was about 5'6", or maybe six and a half
With a body like a goddess, man,
by the mic
I'm still rockin wit my main bitch but get paid my by side
Member days they used to clown now I caught em by surprise
You wont catch us down
I'm like
God but no religion
Christ but not a Christian
One day I'm Sinning then I'm
Begging for for forgiveness
I'm a
Loser but I'm winning
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