Lyrics:
gotta tell me somethin',
Are you here in hollywood long?
I mean, I just...
No, I'm ah, we're recording here in town
You're recording here?
Yeah,
Drk Stars shit nigga
Drk Rejected Kings shit nigga
2021 shit nigga
98 Cypher nigga
You're tuned into the Best!
Steady promoting my Instagram
While
for spinning yo jeep
& yo family tree got a permanent stain,
Hurt you in ways you can't even fathom
You're babbled by unity stay out my way
Cuz niggaz
Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson
Like I'm Michael Jackson like Michael Jack
Kylo Ren looking bitch boy
That is not a compliment, bitch boy
Hunt you down by
from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm hijacking
Can I get a cup of Joe for this grown man in my seat?
Ma used to say you're ready to marry when you're feet
Can touch the ground, sitting
Superstar, man I'm far from an average Joe, supernatural
Stepping out, looking like I'm in a fashion show
Came into this industry and now you're
you
Boy, what is it you got
That make my wife think you so hot
Look out there Jackson, you rascal, you
I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you
(The joke's on you, Jack ) --> L.L. Cool J
(Ha-ha-ha)
[ VERSE 1: Kid Capri ]
Oh you (you) started somethin new
Sorry, that is somethin that you're
echo in ya head till you're dead on the concrete
Prince Ital Joe:
Life in the streets is a mystery
Don't know my friends from my enemies
Up to lot it
done came and left
I'm by myself, with your traces
And my yard you know it's hard, mentally-scarred
Brain-barred little cousin Joe, I done seen
lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Follow me
Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can
know they'll keep you in that corner 'till you're
dead. Jack get out, don't sell out,
don't compromise with Christmas pies,
you know they'll keep you in
presiding over dead who bled in a sea now red
Once read you lay where you make your bed
So sleepy Joe's hollow and it's time to behead
Not a threat more so
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Yo, kid; you're dead wrong
Mama, forgive me
Got a bunch of bottles,
And other folk
Soaked and soaked
By their joke
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Push
scopin by oneses, just like Jacks
See I compete with the weak I come across
I'm too elite to defeat, step off cause you're soft
When I elaborate, the ruler
You're so damn loud and
Can you get out of my head? I really don't wanna be dead
That's not what you said last night lying in bed
Yeah I was just talking,
eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage
of tea)
But like all dead beat dads, the Father eventually got distracted by everything
And soon forgot about large numbers of his children
Even the Mother
soliloquy
Never be no victim, your skin's intended for victory
And you gon see some struggle, that ain't the important part
Boy you're gotta know your heart,
DENTON:
This is the story you wanted to write,
Well tonight is the night that you can,
JACK:
Just get this done and by dawn's early light
you can
how Michael Jackson feel
P.Y.T you bad for real
Know why they mad mad mad
I won't lack
Stuck on you like tat tat tat
Wont hold back
Girl its
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
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