Lyrics:
my hotel, billin' it (billin' it)
You can do what you like darlin', no, they don't give a F
Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
White boy
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
you ran the stop, word them pigs frontin
Yo tell like you tell 'em cousin we ain't did nothin
All they see is three blacks in a jeep with seats back
huge teeth
Surrounded by a green mist that smells like birth
Always leave a trail of blood how can you not tell I am hurt
Sharing needs with some bums
Hanging with the vain, 95 to Maine, arteries blood the audemar
Time ticking up in hell's kitchen, preach silence cause we move different
Armor
They tried to lock me in box, I try to keep it holy
I’m overcoming by the blood and my testimony
I know this is what we do, gotta keep it rolling
the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of black moonfire,
But fuck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just
hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride
Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be
jail
Or a 3 and half by 8
God knows i wont be the first one
Just wanna flex
Think less about life
All i do is worry about life
No one cares about mental
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
the deep in so they keep on fishing
Got to many questions for me to be Christian
Since nothing is impossible I’m on a mission
I’m wanted by 3 hoes and it
Took shared time in McKee, U-God general contractin' service
While Meth Chef and Deck was off the New Dorp
For white boys who took steroids
Buildin'
You are an acolyte loyal
To the house of black & white
Are you feeling safe
Now you can change your face
All you need's a name
Let your god receive his
an off-white toe-tag created by Virgil
Lipstick stains on the murals. Red spray-paint drippin' off of the fine-art
You can't tame the infernos. We're
In God we trust you don't prey on my level
Three six's in my yard, but I don't worship the devil
I'm hotter then a 6 shooter 38. special
While you
Let's get it right
Give it more than life
Saw the money on the triplebeam when it was white
Came up off that cocaine yeah that snow white
Even though
As life passes by
The body, the casings, evidence trace
Rap sheet, white sheets, Clarence and Gless
The cause? pause - they fired for effect
My sister?
Spread the vibe
I'm living it
Up
City be sinnin
I'm praisin
My God
My team be
Winnin
We workin to hard
Hatin
On me
You killin
Yo heart
Hitting them
Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God's
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each,
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each,
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
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