Lyrics:
Situation on lives from state to state
Rent to pay, state debate, contract dates
Cheddar in error, slave mental death to the treasure
Washing my robe in
think it was madе by 50 Cent
He is my idol, and I pray to him
When I go and, yеah
I am harder than a 3-week-old turd
I am flyer than 47 birds no you guys
My name is Anne, I try to be earnest
I live in Amsterdam, don't cook me in a furnace
SS came to get me, they knocking on my door
Now I'm fucking
and apologize and said that I'm sorry, we're shelter
Y'all can live down here forever
Drownin' and severed
From all your lungs and the lungs of your songs
The rainbow warrior of Greenpeace is damaged in
New Zealand by two bombs.
Live aid rocks the world for the hungry,
A policeman is hacked to death in London
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
hide a turncoat (Brah Brah!)
Pulled down by your business
I'll use that verbal ammunition (Pew pew!)
Take off the pants you think you wearing
Maybe get
Buckingham
Bucking ham
Prince George Stand up
Huh
Top down in my tiger tank yea I'm riding dirty
I roll loud in no mans land I go at least 30
It's
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
got problems I could bring you people down in full force
Like I murdered the night, and cut you down with no remorse
I got verbal knives on deck i'm
none of these li'l girls like I got AIDS for you, ay
I got nine lives, I'll blaze for you
I'll set it down in days for you
Shawty pubics, shave it
page three (NYC)
Cool breeze match the London sky (look)
Bubble, cruise like a four wheel drive (uh)
Take time when I'm on the mic, it's live (live
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
With me and two other niggas is about to run up in there and shut it down
They got four people on the inside, one stay in the back
Two stock boys,
piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken-turkey-piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck
approve
One who keeps tearing around
One who can't move
Where are the clowns
Send in the clowns
Just when I'd stopped opening doors
Finally knowing
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
Bought her the bentley she got me the royce
USG dm’ed we hitting you up
You live in a trance we live in a rush
Getting the clout nobody bigger than us
Grandmaster Flash, Spoonie G and the Treach' Three
Fearless 4, spirit of hip-hop was etched in me
See, I was down, brah, but let me get down to
V-Town I was
live with my regrets
Anything's better than
Sitting in my head
Bow down
To the sound of the waves
Fly 'round
What I found my pace
Crash landing
I fall
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeois clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits
by the industrial wheel
On the waterfront
But down the dockland late at night
The fires of London burn so bright
No one cares, or sheds a tear
sprayed up a bagga shows
I saw it coming you saw me coming
Down in the hood, the beats were running
Watch the movement, you saw it coming
Yeah, yeah, me
was down in London, they were tried
And the guilty man stood free outside
When he took the stand to pay his debt
The judge was blind and the jury
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