Lyrics:
are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My
the head 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead lamb
Hangin' from his ceiling, drippin' with a bed
standin' in front of a webcam
Beatin' themselves in the head 'til Russell let's him off Def Jam
Maybe I need my head exam-ed, Hannibal Lecter with a dead
with me I'm hot"
By now I could have sold some mills and
Showed that I was so for real
While your roster fucked around
Like Lauren Hill's
Let me stop, I
diggity No dought
Sleepin in my bed so wie Dru Hill
This How We Do it doin it
I got 5 on it, Luniz du bist, crazy und loco
Sag mir wie du es willst - Kci
jersey
I need a lot of mercy—I did a lot of splurging
I need a lot of faith
I’m 5 seconds from going dark on my friends
5 steps like Dru Hill how it starts
the springtime, love
While they made a bed in that lonely wood
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, uncle dear, what have
to your wife bed, satin
top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in
mothafuckers think you flossin'' tonight
Gimme that, matta'' fact toss me ya ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And y'all, ya more bitch than Dru Hill
But
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
To put it down that's progress
We Dru guns up on the Hill
But it ain't take us 5 steps
I had shoot outs wit my brother
Moved out from my mother
Shacked up
drums play in my mind
Take, it off him put it on me
Oh, I'm feeling so lonely
And I'm holding back my tears
Come on!
I don't wanna a doctor for
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started,
to kill a nigga and tame girls (ahh yeah)
So don't front, just applause it
Like Michael J, said 'put that dibby dibby shit in the closet'
With a chimpanzee
bitch hikin and mountain bikin, bein broke, give me the chill so I keep sellin these pills till I'm in beverly hills, yea, ill teach you how to never give
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
real, the last nigga figga
to ever make it off the hill with steel
rhymes rock like Cope the smoke and
I'm in effect with a tech that got a infa-red
the code
Anything fake, you niggas can hold
Everything that glitters, def' ain't gold
Imma' shine in the light, 'till I'm old
Imma' push the gas on all my
Wonder could sing
Or Elvis was king, Hip Hop was on the scene
Nah meeeeen, go back like Hitchcocks' hairline
Taught Fred Estaire how to pop lock in my
bag
And this mangy dog
Whose tail don't wag
Sun's been shining down
On my hillside bed
That's not the only reason
My face is so red
This nasty
block nigga get rocked like by the dozen,
Whaddup cousin?
Now give a pound to that lounge nigga
Peace, my MZA, killa hills 10304
So I just, uh,
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
lied, oh she lied-lied
Woke up to three bitches in my bed
Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine"
I ain't rockin' with no ho niggas
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