Lyrics:
watching, watching I know they watching me
Schizophrenia haunting me runs in my family
We got some problems beyond the fact that we cannot seem to stick
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
the better
Pray I don't go out cold, I'll probably die over jealousy
And I know I ain't perfect but I pray my children are heaven sent
R.I.P my grandma, I miss
bout, what if I wake up tomorrow and that's just the end of my life?
If I really run out of time, I need the real ones to be by my side
Brother just hit
you can bring beer
None for grandma, you remember the reindeer
Last year, leaving hoof prints in the cashmere
Swear to never let her bring a 12 pack
Yea
Just wanna see you girl
Its Christmas Eve
Oh yea
So come see me
On Christmas
On Eve
On Christmas
On Christmas Eve
Oh yea
Cause Grandma got hit by
the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet???
Run-DMC ??? ???Peter Piper???
- ???Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rocked
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
home into a zoo
Zombie over here, zombie over there
Zombie losin hair, with their zombie stare
Pow-pow, I think it's time, grandma's callin rape
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Run up in your
you beefin' with me, say your prayers,
I been in gangsta shit four years,
Huntin' niggas down like reindeers,
Oh lord I got my muthafuckin' hands
the doctor that brought you out her
I done went bananas over my clam chowder
Banana clips in the choppas and we clap 'em like, "Bravo"
Scream like the opera
Young nigga drunk in a Ghost
I'm blessed like I run with the Pope
If I'm on a yacht, got my gun on the boat
I'm not like you niggas, ain't wanna be
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
with your grandma
It was us three stuck in a little room
Finally had a place to play outside, I would love to see you run, like a dream coming true
I
I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas
I'm from wear they rock ski masks
And nobody rides skis
Every time I spit a verse my city like preach
no money from me (what? Nah)
And every nigga that's with me keep a gun (got it)
Bet not run up on us 'cause we ain't for none
We ain't for none
testing, coke measuring
Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito
Hitting fanny, spendin chips at Manny's
Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats
Climb into your bedroom window, a roll of duct tape
Stretch it over your lips so that nobody hears one thing
Zip tying your wrist till I got you screaming
focus, losing doubt
Surrounded by some hatin' ass niggas, switch yo' crowd (switch your crowd)
Lil nigga, you free, do what you want, run wild (run wild)
it melt
I keep a 9 by my belt, put one in the head it hold 13
Told people I love em, I ain't even know what love mean
Dream like Dr. King, and a mind
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