Lyrics:
about wolfin yall ain't d bo
They got the same sound
Dancing all on the beat nigga I'm James brown
I flame sounds these niggas ain't burnt shit up
He
The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did
Randy James: Yuh. This the moment you been waiting for?
Weird City Kid: I'm here
Randy James: Look
HOOK:
Been a while but I'm here now
Crack
surrounded by killers
I'm with my crew
And they all see what I do
Yeah I'm constantly known as a ripper
I'm in my bag
And I'm well known as a tipper
I'm always
Never came back
He was a James Dean on a level 10
And I pulled by in his hurricane
And I drowned by his attention
But now I know
And now he left
on cash I'm in the zone I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome
I'm well known my wrist is rocky like Stallone
Southlea is where I Rome
The champ is here
By Bob Farrell & Eddie DeGarmo
I walk along this winding road
Too many voices tell me which way to go
Sometimes this heart gets so confused
I need
at the end, nigga, that's Eddie Kane
I feel like Pac when he dropped Makaveli
I feel like double-O-seven Lil Wayne
I don't give a fuck about ice and no chain
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did the same
So he's
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
her driver's test
His insurance cost him less...but he failed to impress when he got robbed
I was changing my oil when
Reading friends of Eddie Coyle
the courtroom it's the trial of my brother James
He a comrade and 'cause that they gon' want him hanged
Threw James a pistol, put my rifle in the air
Said nobody
Shout out Collin, I can call him
He keep every Eddie ready for me
Shout out Spaulding, I been ballin
They ain't even ready, ready, ready
ready for me
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
Meet Eddie
Twenty-three years old fed up with life
And the way things are
Going, he decides to rob a liquor
Store but on his way in
He has a sudden
won the election
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain't help my people, yeah, after Maria
This here's for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun's block
no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit
inside of your box
You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block
So good morning, get it in like it's 30 below
Another ¡MURSDAY! is here
for the gain
But I see the frightened priest is in
A fetal state again
He wants absolution
From all that's done and been
Jesse James was here last
of Rabbit Hill" by Murray Emerland
It's actually not an excerpt, it's the whole thing
Let me just find it here
It should be in here somewhere
Ah, here it is
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