Lyrics:
massacre that made the brains scatter
Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime
Made a hard discovery from one of many signs
While questionin' a man
aint gon make it
I could tell the ones that real and I could tell the ones that fake it
Go 110 for who I love
Damn, who I love
They can question what I
sexy, or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
I said, "You need a man who has got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
sexy, or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
I said, "You need a man who has got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
pattern twistness in calisthenics
Black Thought, Elo and me a trio
Talent is strong, word is bond
I'm just tellin' you what goes on
Do you wanna know
can you be so stupid?
Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
Play the dude? It's sucker time
I stand I take a bust in my nut
And gave birth
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
they wrote it Saying they going do this and
That ain't worried about it
It's noted
Know I keep that fire
With me I'm surviving Kobe
Put the mask
shit being made by a minor
This that luxury - you can't fuck me
I been doing this, ain't no introductory
You know my name lil n*gga cut the fuckary
Ya
soy de los mejores y si tú no lo ves
Es que estás más ciego que
Ese trío de ratones with the sword? Good
With the words? Flawless
So much I can make
New Era can see
No cap, i know that life a bitch but
They ain't prepared for me
See, before Love & Hip Hop I
Got love in hip hop
Mona Scott should
rhymes is a pistol whip now
Cheating spits these adulterous scripts out
Wrecking homes/holmes, the way these flows go'n go hit now
She said I wasn't a man
living in a spaceship
High as fuck, don't give a fuck
Crash into the precinct
I can't drive
So I'm taking a while
You got me locked up in my feelings
By
Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really
legs closed
It would be just a waste of time
But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
in, I aim the barrel at the peephole
Mind, body, and spirit, gotta protect that trio
I prefer things calm & peaceful, tranquilo
You know you can’t play
think these *** comin' at me fo'?
But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are,
phony (phony)
They say Rob, "I got your back", Rob, "you the man"
But they really doubting me, bitch you know who you are
Bitch I bought you a car,
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
Might Get Her,
By The End Of The Week I Would Know That Crew
And We'd Assembled A Trio, A Whole New Scene
With Three Ladies In The Shot We Never Broke
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