Lyrics:
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I
for your whole projects.
Epcot center linins for ya bitches roli's for dogs.
Now we in tha mall slayin by his bitches.
Everyday I reminisin how he was
hammered to crimson pulp by the merciless storm of unforgiving stone, or burned to blackened husks by the nightmare onslaught of flaming quicklime
down to hell then
Rose Mary to for the father for by the son third for the holy day, spirit
Spoke some game to we people that's the Lord's way
Became one
Thru the scent of patchouli and tea, Mary, calls my name
I have been, out here, seven days, waiting, for release
Three days, until she sleeps
Three
prerogative home
She too far gone, provactive as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I
Made and drove into myself, passed to the next guy
line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days
driving me around
Cook dope beige leather partician
Killa stone call a time out
Bring it in bounds Imma go get it
16 6'3 jumped to 85 round
A corner still
want cha anyway
I'm a lone wolf, listen
To the stone cold sizzle
On the mic when I whistle (Wooo)
Let it sit in
Let the beat sink in
The bass kickin',
wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes
Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums
[Chorus]
We boys! x3
We like here, yeah
[Molecules]
If
(MH Beats, Drill Kartel)
Time is money, we don't do hagglin'
I unveiled that ting from Sheath
Had seven neeks all fuckin' staggerin'
You can call me
and draining vitality
Travelling across the inverted river
Seven altars, seven stones
Seven hells, seven graves
12 dolls, 73 nails
Rokudougohei
a room that's a womb for this mess.
Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy,
Tell me how it feels to be buried while you breathe,
Stones and sticks boy,
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
it reminds me that in six days
God made this great Heaven and Earth
When I see the seven, it reminds me that on the seventh day
God rested from His
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
with a side chick
They want the 411 on my life
Mary J Blige shit
Moment of silence
For anybody doubting
I kill em' wit confidence
Without the cape I'm
a Heart of stone and so will you if you don't abide
If you lie, it'll be the last words before you die
Going critical
Anyone surviving is a Miracle
0 up
of you
Memories lie in wait for me
To come on by and crush down on me
When we shared just one two kisses
Maybe seven eight
Without no distance
In our
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes
That boy's not right
Three years ago when I came
they had 11 children. They made their home in the same “old shack" where 7 of their 11 children were born. Three more of their children were born in
let's have a three-way
Niggas lyin' drinkin' liquor out a double cup you crazy
You a dime baby girl I really want you to be my lady
Seven grams in
Parentheses, it's right
In therе 3rd Parentheses
I ain't gonna gеt all religious on you
Up here but it's in there
I don't like them pancake buffets
In Las Vegas
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