Lyrics:
And as for Lady Bevan (14)
We were both in labor, that's true
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I played the uke with Vernon Duke
So well in Dubuque
Mike Willy, Zaydiggy
It's Gucci
Burr
Go
I get so much cash in Vegas, I feel like I'm Elvis (wow)
I just bought a new Ferrari, it came with
a pistol put it to her neck (Neck, neck)
Baby Prince I got my fingers wet (Splash)
Niggas talking on the internet (Huh)
Well at least they got my name in
breed
I'm born in the jungle, I'm fit to be, and will be
Charged to the first degree, Murder me
It goes money over bitches, that's the line I never cross
at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Chorus]
the flame-thrower, so muthafuckas burn
You probably thought RSO's deep, well, you're right
We'll hit you up somethin fierce in a gunfight
[ VERSE 7: Tangg
papers and I feel like a ball hog
I can't pass dat, the way I hit
Dats only one round mike Tyson
It ain't no papers in my house, I don't write shit
But yo
one (one)
MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done
Like ladies and gents, attention
Nas in the house with Beastie Boys
We can turn it out
(CashMoneyAp)
(VanDough)
I be gettin’ money, tell by the smell (By the smell)
Niggas hatin’, I’m just screamin’, oh well (That’s oh well)
I’m movin’
care how many views it gets
Depression is a bitch but I keep that bitch in her place
Blow an o to the face liquor get sipped by the case
How many
I fell in love at the liquor store
Fell in love at the liquor store
Ah she was buyin wine I was buyin whiskey
By the time I left she was comin with
exchange
Between Louis Farrakhan and
CBS'S Mike Wallace
You got to Nigeria, which is
If not the most corrupt nation
In Africa and it is
It could be the most
Kick back at your place
Fast life at slow pace
Liquor in the cup no chase
Make me wanna kill a whole case
Kick back at your place
Fast life at slow
some liquor out)
I mix the pain away (I mix the pain away)
Truly I do me well (truly I do me well)
It may not seem that way
It's Archimedes, mucho
Well, I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk
Sailing around
With friends by my side
I could read their lives on their skin
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Cross my heart and hope to die
I don't wanna live this life
If I can't be there by your side (By your side)
When it gets lonely
I don't know what
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside and kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin' her for
Money or your life, honey hurry
music gotta be (screwed up) I came in the game and moved up
A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up
I got diamonds shinin on my cross, candy
And this to me will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by
chicked-heads, lossa lead to the forehead widda head click
Ittaffil teflon on em when spittin bullets cross ye face dassa shot lick
Sonic speed mike tyson hook
rightfully mine too, it might just heat up from the field
In the clutch like when Mike and LeBron shoot
Ridin' around in a Maserati 'bout to go
water the longer we stand in fire
When the grace and the peace and we'll never retire
For you, I'll answer your question, in a secretive manner
Very
And tells mike he should listen
In his dream he had a naked
Girl her boobies were decent
But then the naked body's head
Belonged to Abraham Lincoln whoah
Don
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