Lyrics:
chug chocolate and cheese my Reese my piece my fist look malicious assist
I turn the piece into a vicious prolific cifilo P Pro sou ici vici D o dvD
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me
Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee
We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me
Look at him his eyes
Look into my eyes, dead before the daylight
Suicide, In disguise, no surprise, I ain't right
Look into my eyes, dead before the daylight
Suicide, In
Nah you can't use me
And your man couldn't touch me
With a 10 foot pole
At night I'm usually on 84's
Getting into my hustler mode
Explode on a hater,
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
And tell me you don't feel the same
If I was the real Jesus
If I was the real one
I'd say take my hand, let's go into the future
I've got you
I'm holding
rated turn this into a movie
Stoopid crush on Yummy Pearl man, but you already knew that
Yeah
Mix some jewelry in my drip so I'm feeling kind of poolish
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain
Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
rogue look me in my eye
Angel by day Diablo by night
I don't play with you bitches come play with my mind
You look into their you won't see the light
the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into
eater
Soul stealer
Death dealer
None realer
TRØN:
That book don't make you civilized
That cross'll leave you hypnotized
Look into a killer's eyes
Bet
white Sasson
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, its time for me to release
white Sasson
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, its time for me to release
he blagged
They pulled into a lay-by and started getting busy
He ripped off her pants and covered her in c*nt jizzy
She said to him, "you really make
But if you just look into his eyes it isn't hard to see
Despite the burning bushes and frequent attempts to part the sea
That as the story goes
Lwansta
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