Lyrics:
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
off nigga's dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckers be
look around
[Erick Sermon]
I rock house from old folks to childern
Squad comin through knockin down your building
Lyrical murderer, who you be?
We
expect
Some man de pon de street
Alone a smoke cigarettes
But first yuh affi give yourself a big respect
Di one weh nah care about di first weh a go
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound
From the mouths of those.
English glasnost
Who use air rifles on their friendly.
Why is the truly skint never ssssss-scotch ridden
Embracenegate
I know you did it, yeah we all know you fuckin' did it
"I'm a murderer" ("I'm a murderer")
Round two kickin', we just stick to the charts
And every
ball, I ball, I ball, I ball
Smokin' loud, shit burn me up
Beat it up, Ike Turner her
I'm a killer, I'm a murderer
She tell me she never heard of us
on break
Yeah, yeah and one little tiny man crawled through the vents
And you, and one man, one man left the restroom
Yeah, and one little tiny man crawled
confusion and disarray to everyone's lives
Then you wanna call me along the lines of a murderer, a pedo, and a predator
A thief, a psycho, a man-child? Damn,
this is the new age (uh, uh-huh)
A rhythmical concoctions by lyrical murderer Rage
Got a vertical hold on verbal abusin' ways
Cervical tubes get
the shit damn I stink!
It's Dutchy man playboy want you think
From the watch to the link
And if you don't know by now then you ain't
Uh I'ma gangsta
Chorus
on the court in Tokyo
Half man, half silverback
Half of my opponent hanging out my mouth
I got an anaconda’s digestive tract
Assassin’s Creed hard when I spit
of this when you was flickin' it, stickin' it
But who am I? Just another man running his mouth
Giving you something to think about, my time is up, I'm
to ill
You can't talk the talk
You can't walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers
And the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I
Regulate ya'
thermals they couldnt fit i that
If you a rat you couldnt stand by me, just to get inside the club i use my mans ID
I was a young nigga, all the thug niggas
I was slapped by the shut-out mouth
Let my put a curse to myself in the verse of the song
I will lost all my wealth I will no longer be strong
I don't
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
do what ever y'all want
But I promise youu0027ll never see me pulling my cheek in a photo with a mouth full of gold and diamond fronts man
I'm Just
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
everything black
I'd give my left nut and my dick
For the chance to go back
You and I both know I can't shut my mouth
But before you blow my candle out
Would
a merest sliver of a man.
Stooped to retrieve the platinum from his mouth I
heard halted hooves and the cry "MURDERER!"
*
Tiny cobles out at sea,
a black
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