Lyrics:
mans forever
One mans hell is another mans heaven
I learn to appreciate the little I was given
Making something out of nothing I'm trying to get it how
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
moe
Will you listen I don't know
Do I give a fuck
Hell no
But you're missing out bredda fo sho
Johnny Engles my man to mingle
He's bringing grime
Hay oh ah
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
a sickly one:
Another hand crept too across his trade
Taking her bread and theirs: and on him fell,
Altho' a grave and staid God-fearing man,
Yet lying thus
a dime and he back already
Got that sack already, man we got them racks already
As far as your girl, I hit it from the back already
I tried to get
, I've been hit by a truck
I've been stuck, I've been fucked
But that shit didn't mean a thing because I didn't give up
And now I'm busy keeping busy
Oh heyyy, Johnny, funny running into you
Thou art the one that makes the documentaries for the school
Ugh, I guess
So why haven't you used your
his back, some of 'em say, "Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger"
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity
dance
But she a fight over man
She cyaan peel banana an' she cyaan peel yam
Say, gal a where do, a mi say, you come from?
Go cook a little dinner
Give it
on the d-r-u-m-s get busy
Aight
On the keys my man james what you doing back there
Oh yeah
So we about to do it a little sumthin like this
Aight jeff back to the ol
broke that boys heart, man again, damn again
Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto
Grew up, outta luck
Don't give a fuck about life so we let
dede dede)
aha
we go a little somethin like dis
yeah the crowd rocks in the house
top feeling
hands to ??the ceiling??
Aint no playin around or sitting
when you want a Johnny on the spot
The only thing I got is my Glock
We got our hand in our pocket
With our finger on the trigger
Little man with a couple
true love welcome home
She took him by the hand and she laid him down
Found he was as cold as the clay
She said, my dearest dear, if only I had my wish
do a little dance
If he falls into the trap, then I might break his fucking hands
When that motherfucker's down, I take the soul out of his mans
Smoke
in me, I'm Aquarius' vase
Old sages taught the ways for a reason
Shit may be rough now, but the pain you feeling's for a season
Wisdom I give in little
Met a girl by the name of Miss Fortune
Her daddy was a very rich man
He told me, "Son, proceed with caution
If you wanna take my little girl's
'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.
Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope
I want to thank God for giving you so much and me so little
I BTK yay and p’s
In a day I make a couple g’s
Keep it moving put away the cheese
Hand
mother fuckin' hands down (man now)
Ghetto, ghetto
I'm the man, now
Deny the service and a little blue from the boycott
Advertise rum, space
man, Johnny Cash
Puff the reefer
Sometimes mix it with the hash
Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash
Beat your feet up
Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
never in my plans to be the God Damn Man
With a king palm ready
Rum and coke in my hand
Self love the mentor and the story began
One thing about me that
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