Lyrics:
to the riddles boo
Where are you when I was down I was missing you
You finesse better than me
I’m trying to start with this interview
I’m trying work you from ten
your night, ringers off, beepers off
My shit was tight, you blew it baby, word is bond
And after all I've done for you
You messed around and blew
Played the cards I was dealt with I had to grind hard
Member breaking down them ounces from a 9bar
Tryna find God
Before I sign off
Visions of my
explain later in the story about them which
I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for man's vanity.
The mirror was to become,
everything is missing
Back then everything was edgy
Now it's all oily
The feeling of powerlessness is one of the most painful and disturbing experiences
Baby
bikes
I see you (the Aphilliates, nigga)
Nicki I told you I got you, baby
Gucci got you, baby
Weezy got you
We gon' hold you down, get 'em (Holiday
bikes
I see you (the Aphilliates, nigga)
Nicki I told you I got you, baby
Gucci got you, baby
Weezy got you
We gon' hold you down, get 'em (Holiday
to call her
Man they call it showing off, me I'm just flexing
By the time you get this message you'll probably think I was drunk texting
Man these niggas
I hear you talking baby tell me something I don't know
I always knew that someday you'd come walking through my door
And now you're telling me
Cadillac Break Down, It's Too Much
I Will Shock Your Mind In A New Star Stutz
And If A Stutz Break Down, I Make Another Choice
I Will Dull My Grill In A New
'm just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There's a missing person, so what? He's
Got nothin' to do with me
I'm almost certain I was
a big fuss
Now I was taught, back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock
For anything they do, fuck him and his crew
Unless, you were gettin
Come here you little thing
Yeah, yeah three days have passed and I've
Had you on my mind
Maybe we can meet after the jam, yeah
They say it's early yet
In my bed
From sunday to sunday
Back when
I used to pick you up
In that red hyundai
Those was your times
Very sunny
Me and my one and only
It's been
flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run
Anyway,
at the door,
Three for the Hebrew children,
Two for Paul and Silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in Bethlehem.
Children go where I
went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny
more
Hurry up and order, ain't no postin' by my door, uh
Boomin' on my porch, boomin' on my mama porch, uh
SniperGang boys, makin' noise
I got hella
Penthouse on the top floor
Baby welcome to Singapore (Baby welcome to Singapore)
Everyday is a blessing (Yeah)
I learn it by not stressing (Yeah)
No need for
Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
in the morning?'
Oh, my God I have this, write this down
Whatever it is, I have it
Half the time you don't even know
What the commercial is
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
Rockin' the bells like a madman
Dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first $50,000
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