Lyrics:
brave enough to talk to you
Wrestle Pennywise
Ask my Mum three times
For Something She'd already said
Be like Superman
Wearing spandex pants
But I'm not
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
a Serpent showing Grace
That's how it feels to him
I call Baal
Master, what do You have me here for
I've been sleeping
It's very tiresome and depressing in
Yes
Tony Toni Tone
And DJ Quick
You didn't think we could flip it on yo ass, huh?
Something for the dance floor
In a real way
It's going
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
up on ya
It gon shoot ya dead, shoot ya dead, man down
Paranoia, paranoia
It's a thing I can't afford right now
Make you think they gunning for ya
It
working hard for this money
I'm holding it strong like a six pack
Don't flash yo money on the net
Before I have my niggas come and get that
And I'll send
stand it
Oh, my
Oh, my
I’m just tryna make something happen for my passion
But some niggas wanna see me crash
Racin’ on this road tryna chase success
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Struggling with Book III
When the rest were on Book IV
New satchel and cap for Secondary School
New classmates and teachers, stricter rules
"Get on with your
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
And stuck a gun into my guts.
I fell down
To my bended knees,
Saying, "I dig farmers,
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout,
And stuck a gun into my guts
I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me, please!"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"Are you
around
Get your crown on nigga but you still ain't down
I got something for ya'll
A nin-millimeter that will drop you to the floor bitch
Cause if I trust
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
and watch me do it as I keep improving
For the stars I'm shootin' oh you puttin' on a show huh
If you gone shoot the ball shoot the ball gone shoot swish
If I
motherfuckers tell me the right shit
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself, a front door with twelve locks
And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox?
Knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma come through and show my wood pine
Knockin', knockin' doors down, showin' cars around
I'ma, I'ma
the corners and shoot down the street
Niggas shoot shoot sharp glances at white women
Nigga shoot dope into their arm
Niggas shoot guns and rifles on New
Born this way
I have landed here tonight, on GOAT
Your French Government Owned Alien
Territory in space
I am here for one purpose
To extract as much
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
an emergency! I-I-I must speak with Lt. Eubangdere!
CHAPLAN
Oh dear, she seems to have left.
KWIRK
Oh! (g-are-are-are-are!)
CHAPLAN
Well I?ll bet
Growing off of his shoulder
Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out
troublesome, now I'm in time out
Pick up, get up, and go
Be aware and watch your foe (four)
It's not safe outside that door
Watch out he coming for more
Stop
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