Lyrics:
the globe like Francis Drake
No stress if we get nicked
Cause it's fate
Meet me by the golden gates
Make no mistakes
I'm independent like the United States
Be
my whip it just be looking like flamingo
She by side, but I be saying that I’m single
All her friends is wild they be asking for the Gringo
All I know
Yow, its Troublemaker yoh
You dig what I'm sayin'!?
The GhoustBeatz (Yow)
[Verse 1: Cardinal Troublemaker]
My verse comes out like a fuckin diarrhea
side of me
This is only one part of me
I'm a multidimensional being
But y'all wouldn't get my message
Even if it was sent by FedEx
Boy, you don't even
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry she say dat neva in it
She neva think it, for a second Much less
Stinnit
Pittsburgh Pirate, admire it, you can't hire it
Job applications for rappers with weak shows
Weak flows, by most inherited weakness
buss hussy
Wen it clap, abide by di riffle
Clip weh talla dan di Eiffel
Yuh bawl like you a stifle
P***y wi nuh f**k fi buss hussy
Coffin, Land
[master p](talking)
What's up niggas?
I told y'all it's about to be on, nigga
We drop shit anytime we want to huh
Fell this nigga
It's real
on the spot
And hit it top bins
Talented, I could've been a surgeon
I just put five bricks in a German
Doing drive-by's for recreational purposes
Get the drop,
Oda Paccy
Come on come on
Turwana n’ubuzima duhangana na benshi batugendaho
Hasi hejuru ngiyo imitego P simfatwa n’ibibonetse
Uzahura na byinshi
and thereafter
Does anybody remember Jesus?
Oooh
Oh-ooh (x 6)
If there's a possible dead-end road
Don't be a lost man
It's best to think before you take it
Yes,
and thereafter
Does anybody remember Jesus?
Oooh
Oh-ooh (x 6)
If there's a possible dead-end road
Don't be a lost man
It's best to think before you take it
Yes,
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
planet
Locked into stable orbit
P-p-perfect as I planned it
I need a place to attach
Satellite to station, or else I'll vanish
But I've never really
mean reel ya self up on in, the closest I move
If it ain't about the truth
It's all possible to keep track of all that's been used
Hands all around
She had problems with Peter stopping the teaching
Because he didn't feel that a woman should preach it
So Mary left with John to write another gospel
In
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I'm number one like P.E. Or Tracy McGrady
It's all
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
appetite" cause I'm sweeter than John Candy
Don't even knock it, till you try me
'Cause the proof is in the pudding, you can ask Bill Cosby
Some think I'm
who is by my side
when i'm in pain
Hear me Lord
Manifest your will in my life
I remember again
When my mother got sick
It was really hard for me
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
But I must forgive me
So I can love me
(Repeat Tag)
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poison ivy
Aquarius I’m 215, Caress the p**sy It turn to cream
Double cup of water I don’t sip lean
I’m top shelf bitch I’m top A grade
I’m bringing out
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