Lyrics:
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
she seens you, deletes you
Just know those three little words can be so risky
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same
And I go off the feds when I'm srambling at night
And if its off the set I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? [Cam: Ya
Six 3 that nigga that they admire
Six 3 that nigga yo bitch desire
I don't do big rims no more I'm tired
I ran thru a hunnit Pirelli tires
Killin
straight out of Alabama
Yeah, that side of town with the bootleggin' to minors, hammers
Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals
Prepared, got
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
this below the sky
To not to hurt her son
To not to let him die
Balder stood there encircled by gods
Thrown with stones, spears and hit
With sword
No
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
6 we do it for the future cause the future is the kids
5 4 3 2 1 always be yourself don't follow no one
10 9 8 7 6 we do it for the future cause
It's forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinchers
I carry them all on me back
Oh, my wife
So you want to be a carpenter, do you?
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and
Straighten your
[Crypt The Warchild]
I'ma known beast sick with it full blown speech
Buryin' bones deep beneath the stone streets
Stampedin the globe deep with
from 7AO,
They smoke that European wit more gas than TEXACO
SUC, swishahouse, I got love for Texas tho
Where blonds S.U.C.K black D, till no more
flowers . . . is just as picking thoughts,
Multitudinous
Scratched away into existence
Three men, and three women, fly through rainforest trees
Just by
Getting geeked by 7:30
Fully loaded 'cause I keep it on me
Shawty in my DMs, she feeling lonely
Bought a pound of gas, I need it for my poetry
Laying low,
cycle,
With Bold 3-in-1,
30 degrees on twice,
I, like,
To make sure that,
My ting’s clean,
LS7 Leeds,
To WV,
Trinity,
Because my Ps are
Diversified by
the rose gold kit ('kay)
And those stones hit, I bet she had a broke ho' sick (ooh)
I tell her, "Be still," that ho gon' sit (be still, bitch)
Ayo,
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
me school black ask Stone
Tell Ye, "You need to have Sunday Service in this ho"
Got the pole on me, make the wrong movie
So on the floor we took
Bible page flicker
Pinky ring, the finger, turned into Jigga
Seven finger nigga, bird flipper
In the thick of it, gold discin' it
Word pic 'n' mix, no
Ah, love. Lovey, love, love, love, love, love, love
Makes you feel so trippy!
Like you're stoned and drunk at the same time
Strunk! 24/7 baba
You
New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
Stick your arm in the back, you jink
Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
With two
"What's this kid on?"
But I ain't really on much
Addicted to self-deprecating thoughts and such
I'm all gas no clutch
MC Hammer type flow that you just
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