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Let me tell ya
The sky is not a sobering thing to look at
Now Dawn is my father
When the Sun stands like a grinning lion
now for my own good
That's cool, But if my friends ask where
You are I'm gonna say
She flew out in an airplane
Out getting suntanned
It's like a cement
ain't go that far
Said 'I didn't do it,' hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain't never say 'Lord as my witness.'"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went
and the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl loves you
She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags'
I'm not kidding,
been a day
My niggas ain't playin', he smacked a nigga, took the gun out his hands
This shit not a joke, do you understand
That robbin', stealin',
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
in the breeze, suicide
With my friend
By my side, the gun is imaginary
The knife's downstairs and I have to carry
When I pick the shit up
It’s gone,
bitch, ass fat, black bitch, ass fatter
Both them bitches bad, but the white bitch badder
I asked the Lord to harden my hard, it was soft,
And ended up
command"?
"Carterhaugh it is my own
My father gave it to me
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave of thee"
Jenny has tucked up her skirt
A little
can kiss my ass, bitch
I grind till I strike it rich
Feel my crew ready to ride
On anybody try to step
To my niggas, you die
We baggin' bodies
day and never leaves home.
D is for Dog. My dearest friend, my loving pal, he is always by my side.
E is for Elephant. A big-eared and awesome giant,
(Tellin' your body to come along, but white lines blow away)
Ticket to ride, white line highway
Tell all your friends, that they can go my way
Pay your
listened to, my ear to the eyes of wide
Whose were those eyes that stared me down before I could even get a good look?
It was capitalism encapsulated by old
your breastplate, meet ya death date
Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
No other way to describe a catastrophe
The plan was drawing blood and displayed
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
for anyone
What will you do with your life
You've only got one
Are you gonna live
Or are you gonna waste it
Because you can run
Run from God and pace it
to wondering when they hear my lyrics do I have a Death Wish
But it’s too late for Censorship I’m already on the ADEX List
Those who Despise Us will not Revive
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
it up my asshole and ride the briefcase a
You disgusting perverted bastard worm! I'm gonna do it! look, harry! whooo! unngh! unngh! god-damit, harry!
you're driven by ambition
But it's bad to be belittled by police; fight brutality
When will we ever see a world without white supremacy?
No need to trade
Who do we fear? Who should we fear
Yahuah of hosts, no, I don't shed a tear for the wicked
Or envy their white picket fences at all
'Cause it is
the lion's den
Got so many friends only most of the time
When the grass is high and the rabbit runs
Though it's talkin' to you and I
And every new
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