Lyrics:
be fine
All these Fake smiles
Always got a nigga by...
Things Change every time, It's never the same
We always complain
We Praying for change
Head
me
So please pass by and just ignore me
In my dreams I'm jumping over the waves
In my head I'm preparing big plan for today
It doesn't matter will it
When Nuski died, yea I cried
He got killed by the feds
And all this pain that I felt
When I let him to rest
You was my friend and my backbone
Now I'm
on cats implying that
my shit bout to pop like I'm frying fat
Max a fool full throttle raps are proof
every line like a full bottle of class azul
every one
My name is matt, the bitches say my dick is fat.
So i fucked their mums and then I fucked the cat.
some say habbo made my head loose,
But i think it
the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-be the deep rooter
Rolling with my Wannabattle cats with
myself a party
You know a flyin' saucer landed right by my side
You know a big green man jumped out and boy, you know he robbed me
You know he beat me
the Bible
Stepping to this leaves thoughts in your head 'it's suicidal'
It's the T to the A-L-I-B the deep rooter
Rolling with my wanna battle cats who
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
out of love
Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs
I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
You a fool if you don't think
know butterfly wings ain't fit to auction
Dig my tossing sturdy walking head hung
Skylark litigants strung out like cats straight up participants
I am
last kiss before your ash is missed
These bastards is gettin clapped by the strap at the wrist
Chorus: Kool G. Rap (repeat 2X)
Yo let the games begin
dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man Skeet so
I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent - Hook]
The boss
cracks by the stroller
I'm registered voter, motherfuck a quota
Give some bakin soda and a quarter
Bet I flow straight up out the water
I'ma wreck
throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggas heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs,
employee rocking a grin
Like a Cheshire Cat
And I'm wearing a jester hat
Sitting there watching him cut up pepperjack
The rap fans on the net
Are the fucking
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
Cool daddy, daddy Cool
Daddy, daddy Cool
She was the meanest cat (in old Chicago town)
She was the meanest cat
(she really mowed them down)
She had no
steez
Icicle biscuit squeeze I'm mechanical like a
Bicycle feel right by clipped debris
Batman's adversary pull out the gat
Man cat's get buried
When I
[Speedis Toine]
How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff
For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus
Point me towards
Yeah yo
Yeah, you, you called me?
Yeah, I was just telling you I'ma pull up
Alright, how long you 'bout to be?
Are you by yourself? Huh?
I said, are
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