Lyrics:
Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell
I just wanna get high again
Not
Bitches losing calories out here jumping to conclusions
Can't fuck with they delusions
I'm on that 101 cruisin'
Okay, way back in the day I rap in a way
But
rock right now)
Where the drummer at?
(I wanna rock right now) here we go, come on
(I wanna rock right now) say what now
(I wanna rock right now)
Then
Those lines (KILL BEATS) that rap (GO HARD)
I'll probably never play golf coz I go
Over the top with my pars
People believe you should keep it real but
These days this rap shit like do I know you
From somewhere
There go that feeling again
You know me know I'm gone keep one by me
I'm up a thousand fuck
dirty, then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have
bad dads
Cops with bad badges big bullets
No "my bad"'s when them guns shoot you
Mykestro, I might go out as the Mike Jordan
Lacing my Jordans
they straight ate him up
And since these copy cats
Like to go so hard with acting and stunting
I'm ma come and then
Drunkin' monkey, Kung Fu junkie
Chun
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
then go take a bath.
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme.
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese,
Have a neck
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
here we go again
(Get Out of My Way)
I can be the one you want me to be
But that's too easy
Backed me in a corner now you will see
How much I fight
In fact I'm gonna win, win again with another hand
Here's another hand, here's another hand
Dilly can I get another hand ?
Here's a hand, king king
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Yeah
And you say Chi city, Chi city, Chi city
I'm coming home again
Do you think about me now and then? (yeah)
Do you think about me now
make it off the streets
You've never heard of rap until I slay shit on a beat, watch and see
Yeah
Dropped out from the rainclouds and on Abergavenny town
get here
Just left the pub, I was tipsy off a couple shots
Had to shake my nerves with the herb before I hit the spot
Cops on the block, my chain
think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living
so tight I think I'm gonna go pro
So here we go here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling
with
Other artists and I think you will
See why it's poetry as
We go through it now jay, also known at Hov
Marvelling how he went from poverty
the up and coming scared
The pretty girls go? gPapi here's my underwear...
Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper
But in less than a hundred
me in a chair and let me burn
But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that
I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp
So I broke and left behind all
Fuckin around with them
Strangers
It better be about money
And it bet not be no bitch
Better go fish
I don't wanna hear all the lip
And if he trippin
I ain’t have,
I knew I was great you see.. I was never sad,
Fool me once then shame on me.. but never again.
You might catch me by my lonely,
That
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