Lyrics:
lair
Two demons on pills
And they popping like Now and Laters
Ima tell ya a tale
But don't call me a liar later
I was put in this cell
So I could be
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
the pace running personally run the race
I done seen these 忍者s from across the way by the bay
Seen them out with the blade I see these 忍者s everyday
and whole new one
In the past and down the drain part 2 here it come
Do it by myself so fuck everyone
Helping stupid people you ungrateful cunts
I serve
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
for a liar or a fake
And if you want to hate, well Yippeekaiyai mutha...
Skipping my way come now follow the leaders
The words in my rapbook digest
repentance
Let's start this instant.
Who's that
Cool cat. Sitting back
Earning my racks by chewing the fat.
I'm so cold, I'm froze
My flows dozer over my foes
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go
The homie. Introduce yourself
I'm like the president, surrounded by Macs, and all my niggas making presidents, serving
a liar out of pure projection
I was thinking about other girls
Cause I needed more attention
You were enough but for me there is never enough
Everytime I
Sixty over sixty with no brakes, there ain't no stopping me now
A million thoughts a minute, any minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by
like to feel alive
I'm counting the minutes as they pass by
As if I'm moving forward
Surrounded by stories I need to let go or else I'll sit here
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
They necessary!
We escaping from New York! Ya heard? Listen
It’s been a minute
But ain’t a damn thing changed
I’m still Big Tigger, still doing big
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
(YO), uh, (oh God), haha
Haha (feedin you, feedin you)
Yo (feedin you, feedin you)
(Fat Joe)
Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
with you?
Who could lie better than you?
(Who could lie better than you?)
Your lies sound better in twos
(Sound better in twos)
If nothing ‘round better
love you one minute
In the same breath, they hate you your old news
Then they beg you to play old school
Then they want it back like it was / what
know it ain't that easy
You'll hate me either way
All them people try to doubt me now I'm coming up
They don't know nothing about me or where I come from
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