Lyrics:
10,000 mother fuckers singing proud,
Sing out glory, glory, glory, glory, hallelu..
Yea, that'll do,
Yea, that'll do.
I'll sing my stories for you,
Hi, I'm Chuckie
Wanna play?
I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000
That fly shit is essential and I been having that shit on
I gambled the whole Dime I accidentally had it on me
I left the house with 0 dollars my mother
your money, i will be alright
I got no time for lies, or flyes on my wall
Smash you all down so you never recall
We the maniac, are back on track
Mother
destiny destroyer ( burn by fire),
Destiny delayer oo( burn by fire)
From my father's side (burn by fire)
From my mother's side( burn by fire)
From were we
sister fell ill at home..
So I went to tell that to my mother..
Okay .. who did you see there first ?
I saw Nagalingam..
and asked him to call my mother
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier
[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese
the sky is clear
So fury is gone, but grief is still here
Emptiness on my trail
Mother love, give me strength
Maniac soul on the loose
River’s flow is out
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
and labeled as crazed
My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage
An angry teenager, nothing can change me back
Gangsta rap made me act like
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Mother! Oh my God!
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[Spoken]
Did Norman murder the girl in the Bates Motel? Yes, or No?
To understand
moment has come and war brings her pleasures
We're cursing our souls in face of the terrors
I'm writing the letter to comfort my mother
"It's all gettin'
to find material to sing
I am no mother, I am no bride
I am king
I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
My empty halls to echo
another day
I don't got a lot of days
To stay silent in every way
So sing a song
Write it down
For all mother's day
I fell down hit by the cannonball
That
And time you'll have to do
Somebody please tell me what is war all about?
And why must I kill against my will?
I just can't figure it out
Ow
(Stop
They went left not my type
Young king with a dream
I got goals for this life
Yeah they hate to see you win
They was hoping for a slice
Raised by
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by
backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by
'bout it we gonna see, oh yeah
It's a war outside
Can't be quiet, it's a riot in my mind
Paraphernalia I wear like songs by Mahalia
Soldier,
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
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