Lyrics:
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
of violence and we say everybody's getting a bit
heavy or bit intellectual about it.
Everybody's talking about peace,
but nobody's doing anything about it,
You may
Dr. Gibson, you may want to look On as well
I know you're quite the rock Digger
Didn't realize I needed your p
Permission, Alistair
And by
A sick angered strangler who ain't restrained by the wrist
Say it again you won't is you paying attention
Say and regret not second guessing your brains
the odd bottle
Do I look like a mothafucking role model ?
Too a kid looking up to me
Life ain't nothing but bitches and money
Cause I'm the type
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
at me)
Doctor pill, doctor pill give me something, I'm feeling ill now
(What can you prescribe for me?)
Cause when I look in the mirror I don't know who
reading by my genitals
Insert the electro.. we're losing him
Seems to have no effect doctor
Wait, get me another one.. get me another animal!
Look professor
genitals
Insert the electro we're losing him
Seems to have no effect doctor
Wait, get me another one
Get me another animal!
Look professor they dance up
through your window something like +Brother Man+
It's just who we are
If I see yar, it's E.R
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
Tell me how they
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
Dr. Wagner Dr Wagner we need you again
They want me to work again, to cure the filth
Doctor Wagner
Shut up don't talk now's not the time for talking
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
So we'd go to the baby classes, and I don't care if you went, you know what I'm talking about. We had one woman who would not stop asking questions.
Talking to e-double on my car telephone
When I seen this fly girl clocking my means of transportation
The look in her eye was the look of infatuation
So I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
I be the feather plucker
Who am I? That brown skin boi smooth talking type
Take off ya pump under the table and see what ya reaction like
Cause if ya
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
through your window something like +Brother Man+
It's just who we are
If I see yar, it's E.R
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
Tell me how they
Bronco
The Fat OJ
I don't even know who I'm talking about at this point, I'm just babbling, you know, because
I'm clearly mad, the Master of Madness
You
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
conscious thinking
Farrakhan today, gangster tomorrow, one foot in they sorrow
The other foot in the trap
Killers who easily triggered by a little niggas
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
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