Lyrics:
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
can't go waste my time
Dear John I hate I had to write this letter
Searching for better but the world keep on adding this pressure
My brother was legend
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two guns every day
Shot a man down by the West Virginia line
They saw John Hardy get away
They
wet as pool
Lonely boys arrive they mouths is wide & open for drool
Homie told do your do & never turn a fool
Stood tall the lonely legends on our
With Friar Tuck and Little John they had a roguish look,
They did the deed the others wouldn't dare.
He captured all the money that the evil sheriff
Crazy Eddie in the slammer cause he's giving it all away
John Boy in the barn with a horse in the hay
No rhyme no reason no job no class
And we don't
creative such a boy
And I owe it all to spice one , quick and ghetto boys
So I’m only paying homage
I’m singing this one the lost
In their honor, in
interior, ebony
Riding like a Lost Boy, feeling like a Kennedy
Repping west hemisphere, my med is amphetamine
My mellow my Benzedrine, my ghetto celebrity
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
up n coming mcs struggle to be heard
boy.... the next jailbird ??
*censored*s talk murder and they live by there word
shotters keep the money going
Yeah
that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little
the can, they just tuna fish
No money orders from the fam, just get through the shit
Youngins dying nowadays, dressed-up in the ghetto
The struggle all by
the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg
Shit! Witcha lookin' ass, so fly
(So fly)
That's why we stake
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
gentlemen
I fear, I fear, I fear
Good evening to you one and all
I hope you will enjoy
The coming sports day of your life
Is mama's little boy
So, how do you
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
flickered on the silent screen
Round the clock, work never stopped by man or by machine
Legends grew and stories flew in the streets and in the bars
all my players old, I was gettin' chose
Hoes look the fuck all in the dark when she suck my dick up at the car park
Now she amazed by the way I top up
And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends
But this what next the boy sick, can't disinfect
Life's a bitch and the pussy's wet
My clip is loaded
not impressed
Rap game watch me ring out a rag
Water down Tupac face and it is sad
Lie in songs now do not get me mad
Little tech a boy go get your dad
to the parkin' lot for a little romance
Got to my car, put the key in the ignition
Turned on the slow jams, I was on a mission
I was catchin' wild things like
to the parkin' lot for a little romance
Got to my car, put the key in the ignition
turned on the slow jams, I was on a mission
I was catchin' wild things like
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