Lyrics:
96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
who get up to go to work
The good Samaritans who don't need praising from the church
The single mamas still missing payments on the 1st
I know times is
yeah)
You kill us up cold (Cold)
Muhfucka, you bold
Our stories get told (Told)
By our oppressors
And you play the victim, you feared for your life
Damn
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
say your name backwards because you don't like Cav
Played to the left by def and I'm gonna eff up the right half
The sucker descendant of Canaan, I'ma
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B. is the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, 'cause it's the mista
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
with a slow pose
Screwed up so my trunk throwin' slow blows
Hard enough to leave a passenger with a swole nose
In the heat of passion, 'bout
Jesus opened up my heart.
Took away my burdens and my cares.
ct the Little White Church on the HiIl
He let me know his love was real
Jesus saved my soul
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid
Ahh...
I`m here and it`s clear I`m gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
'Cause it ain`t Kojak or Dr. Suess
It`s the kid
by and had thoughts ah rapin' that
nah my mind was buggin', eased up to the rump
I wanted to exchange some words with this chick
and not come off
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
genuine conversation
And I've been switching from Eric Andre to pornography
And back again when it gets boring
I slept in today and I will stay up late
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
and walk around the stage and
If you fuck up I'm goin' to get my gauge and
Unload the barrel and laugh
'cause I'm puttin' lead in your mothafuckin' ass
paid?
[Too $hort]
You gotta keep tryin, just don't give up
Can't get on your feet cause you just won't get up
You dream about havin nice things but you
all the proceedings
Are brought to you by the church house where we'll be eatin'
Chestnuts roastin' on an open fire
Singin' my jingle, where is Kris
Or I can curl up in my bed cus I'm feeling hungover
This writer's block shit's been killing my vibe hard
This is the longest I've had it now by far
All
I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing,
stuff
I didn't do that because I
Was scared of getting hurt
I was scared if I showed up for
Training hungover that I'd get beat up
I was scared
Have you ever been to Compton chasing Bills with a man from the north
Name Eric, I highly doubted
Forged by fire
Made it through the wringer and the wire
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