Lyrics:
man goes walking in the woods
He's got a deal with the devil
Now he's breathing smoke
No police (please)
Don't clap back
Eyes black
It's a trap
Feed em'
leave all your problems outside
and live for a while
Take a sit in the privèe lounge
there's a couple of drinks with your fresh brain fuses
and a bit
to vicious Nazi reprisals against her people, trapped in a conflict that forced its way into their lives in a chaotic struggle amongst foreign soldiers,
The only difference between the dead plants and the live ones
Was that only the live ones still grew
Millions were lost in the parking garages
Couldn't tell
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Girl I hope you get message loud and clear
I know we stress bout money
Bills to pay by next Monday
Thats why Im working overtime
I never tell you how
quick to amaze
I'm looking forward to tours in these plains
Seeing the cork poppin off bottles of champagne
Dear lord taking your name in vain
All these
Ralou's brother, little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin', Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin'
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know I'm sayin'
But
a message in a bottle this a message to my bottle
I can feel you in my heart, you in my heart
I can feel you in my heart, you in my heart
believers in Jesus
But Jesus we need you when police beat us
Pull up out the heaters and [gunshot]
Then leave us bleeding
Tragic when we discover a person
Tempo
Move up more for the intro
In goes
More than what you came for
You been stained by what you sent for
Got no game this ain't pretend bro
You not
occurrence
It is easily understood be me, shit gets disorganized
But in the world we see, it's denied explicitly by laws bent on deterrence
So what solution
Pray for peace in the areas abandoned by police
Violence will never cease its American Greed
Silence in the murder scene; the Code of the Street
Cruising
there's the fucking limit
Pour it up, drink it up, live it up, give it up
(Hey 받으시오) But I can't stop
(Hey) Making bottles pop until the wheels fall off
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
together we fighting for all of our peers
They knockin us off by the year Big bra got killed at Wendy's caught him in the rear
He didn't deserve to die, we
hey, hey-hey hey
Then we resume, hangin with stars
Then we live in fat houses and fat ass cars
Then we drive and scream - nigga FUCK the law
Me
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- Fuck you!
Get your things packed
Yes kids, the poison is the message in the bottle
Before the dawn she'll
took a fall
That's how it goes down
Dope fiend still get high
While dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
You want to live in
and said he managing
His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison
We joked about how police choked him out
again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear
Welcome to Slab Rider, Righteous Mezz
30 stops to get this rock, on the block
16 shots in this hot, police Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
ours!
She wanna go and buy the bottle
Go, I'll sit by the bar
It's written in the stars, I just do this for my partners
Seuss and Zeus— you can't name
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