Lyrics:
special way son
We live for the day, the only way done
The violence in me, reflect the violence that surround me
I choose that wildly, Mr. Charley keep
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
that somebody-gotta-die-shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me
stand by
Hi Mr. President
I was a former resident
A couple years back
When Obama was the president
Couple words stuck
In the back of my throat again
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder than everyone I see (where they at?)
I could be a martyr for dying in the streets
back of the cafeteria
Yo who be that boy in the zoot suit?
Hi Mrs. K, could you please send Hilroy to the office immediately please
He's in some pretty
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
High on capital hill there's an old man holding on,
In a world of his own he was trusted by everyone,
Controversy, guess who's losing face?
No alibi
that somebody-gotta-die-shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me
I just got off facetime with my whole damn family
They told me stay in college I just want a Grammy
President Stanley probably want to ban me
Monica
Wreckonize, all my MIA
[GZA]
Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means,
in my head,
V110 Woman 4
Go ahead, Mrs. Finkelstein, now is the time, for it to be said!
V111 Woman 3 Finkelstein
(hesitant)
Okay, here goes.
a flatt lined
U outter your mind thinking u going to take
Mine
Take 9
Like a light bulb I'm tring to shine
I'm a boss like the president in the white house
approached like
Uhmm excuse me Mrs
Is that ummm
All natural or a BBL lift
I can't help but notice
By the way you let that thang swang
Light bulb
My cutie booty
Trumps Got The Coronavirus by The House Trap
Trumps got the coronavirus
He's sick in the head
Better lay down Mr president
Best get back to bed
UhOhhh, UhOhhh, UhOhhh, UhOhhh,
HOOK:
Im some like an monster,
Sending rappers home put em in the dumpster,
I got the ammunition and I a got
it on.
I wanna kick you in the head Mr.president
Enocent Peoples are dying war like a Zombie ina resident evil.
Let me tell you why its happening
cause
and he's walking on by
Im'a look 'im in the eye and tell him
Good job bro
You really are the best guy for this job
Get up in the morning and I turn on the TV
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
killed
Dictatorship
On every lip
Dear Mr. President fuck your promises
We've been used by the american government
My people shed their blood
For your
fucking around
Me and my niggas we come in your town
Busting them bottles and fucking your bitches
And when they start hating we gunning them niggas
life
Got all of these presidents up in my wallet
My presence is heaven sent, I'm feeling godly
The money is evident, check on my pockets
No drip cause
TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE
AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED
AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED
WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
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