Lyrics:
distractions, goin on elsewhere
[Rhymefest]
Look I'ma sing it one mo' time - man, don't get distracted
Your woman cheat like you, only she better at it
2SUIM BY BALI REBEL
I WAS LIVIN LIFE
NOT LIVIN RIGHT
TRYNA GET IT RIGHT
(YEAH)
(OOHH!)
I AM ON A FLIGHT
(I am on a flight )
TRYNA LIVE MY LIFE
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
spilling your drinks on me
You know who you are
High fivin', talkin' shit
But you're goin' home alone, aren't ya?
'Cause I'm not here for your
spilling your drinks on me
You know who you are
High fivin', talkin' shit
But you're goin' home alone, aren't ya?
'Cause I'm not here for your
Hey mr. tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and we wan' go home
Day me say day me say day me say day-o
Daylight come and we wan' go home
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
a good
Buck"
And to that, I gotta say
That your life must suck
If you really that kind of a schmuck
What the actual heck
What's next?
I see couples
Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in
by A-T-L (Uh Oh)
With my home boy, Bone Crusher
(Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru,
two, oh c'mon
of the drive by)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)
(Chorus 2)
It's killa kali It's killa kali
Uhmorgue who that is? bitch i don't know her!
Yeah i'm goin' buck, when i walk up on that stage
Uhmorgue by my side? SIKE BITCH i dont wanna see your face!
(Uh)
You know what I mean? Reassurance
Too easy
Pop your shit, now (Gangsta Grizzillz)
EARTHGANG, home worldwide
Home certified, gon' testify (hold
clean with my G-Unit kicks on
I might be goin in, when Pimp C get home
If you don't like me, say it to my face
Just because I caught a case don't mean
by events in tha past, had an outlet to
be free from dirty visions at last. A brothaz out here stalking,
but bitch you ain't no. I've been poppin'
Keep a glock for evil eye, niggas plottin on your pockets (niggas plottin)
Wipe your nose and wipe you down,
Can't trust a soul up in my town (at all)
I'm spinnin the world on my fingers
I tell 'em to suck on my penis
I talk all this shit like a genius
To keep it a buck I'm from Venus
I'm spinnin
Of Thrones
But when all the pieces fall you got nothing to show
Only disgruntled behavior
Trapped by your mental enslavement
Reach thru cracks of the cement
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
for your mother and yo' big mama
Make dollars, own a ride and a house
Get it right, use your powers, getting' everything you did want
Then
to many weeks
If you ain't got it Better have it by End of week
I be feeling like a milly everytime them chickens touchdown
I been fucking bitchies way
take another sip and say to each his own
He'de get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone
'Cause New Yorks Not My Home
Now if your sounds are
Paul and Adele fuckin' (we up)
Hello, she ain't never goin' back to the other side
Condolences to my nigga Snoop Dogg his mother died (hold ya head)
about, cut that
That door you trying to open you could shut that
Grip the gat yeah that's how I'mma buck back
Tell me what I am and what I know now
All
Yeah, Montana!
Soon as you came home, took you on tour
Leave the streets
Do whatever for your lil' boy
Fast money, bad bitches, livin' in a rush
Nothin'
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