Lyrics:
with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black-eyed
Crooklyn, session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck
For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste
For ducks, and duck
lied that's facts
Two dimes go check my stats
Two phones with no ringtones
When i get yo call i won't text you back
Now the team by the brim of my hat
Carti
Engine super loud got no muffler on the rari
Came in here retarded so you bet not get me started
drive me to a town where
People with black hair drink special brew and I can make lots of money by charging fat old
Men five pounds a time to look up my
peeps were under secret indictment
Sick of the path that'll get you hung by the neck
Sent him back up north to do a super long stretch again
the police
Think we thugging cuz we let our pants sag
Judge a book by the cover thats really sad
R.I.P to the ones who is dead and gone
Give us justice
yeah
I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah
Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic
Bitch know I'm
of house let's play a game of it
Is you wit it? Hide and go get it, I betcha love it baby
I'll play the daddy and you can play the mama
So we can get down
shitted
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody
with real niggas
Bullshit will never get you paid
This is the dream of a young black teen
I fiend for hoes across country
Like a greedy crack fiend now
with the black stripe
Referee preferably i be feeling myself and I
Ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can
Tell by how they molested me
She
Payin homage
To a guy that thought life is garbage
Is beyond my retarded mind
Looking down at the barrel smiling
Knowing that I'm so near from dying
I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,
I ain't usin' hands, let them rubber bands get ya (get 'em)
It take money to go to war and we can go to war, nigga (get 'em)
I ain't no real rapper,
puffin' on lye
Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five
That's my motherfuckin' man, get in the Land
Head
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
smacked, speakers dropped, on they back
Some damage I'm raw, kid the blood is on your kneecaps
Let's get scuffed up, your castle more than roughed up
love boxing we raw
And if you really think that we playing, step in the ring so you can get scarred
Guerillas ready for havoc, on a mission to let you
You really don't know what i been through
Let's handle this shit like some men do
I'm goin retarded , i'm mental
Baby my heart in pieces , be
an
The floor safe combo
But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news
Knock on the front door
A man in a police suit, a girl with a black tooth (??)
Get
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol'
you put on criminals has made the citizens take control
[ VERSE 3: 3D ]
Now Sergeant hit ya, get with ya
Let's get back to the issue, continue dissin
the Kodachrome now, later
With a lid to brow staple
Revist the cobra loading zone
Molar foaming but he hold his own. Wound
Cauterized by the zippo he had stole
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