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of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
the seats
And I splits down nuthin but them swisha sweets
I'm just what reclinin
Nigga bumper climbin
Man what's up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah
was a vegetable farm and that it was ran by her elder sister and her son. But they now feel like the owner so, she told Shaine that the time was right
against this freaking world
And split decisions make your mind swirl
Don't go wasting time on another day inside
Cause there will be no other option left in
that I just creep on by, ya understand
That's the kind of stuff that happening right now
Ya see what I'm saying, feel me
That's when you're telling
when I reach my own
Stay free; let the time go pass me by
Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d
We smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah
Ooh, yeah,
would be the one
So dumb first time I fell in love
Was blinded by your eyes
And stomach filled with butterflies
So jealousy came over me
You lost
a life of stains
Tell me find a brighter day but I don't mind the wait
Sunset sunrise on the canvas of my eyes
When I blink it split in time and then just
hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way
Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in
worst days, be my best
All my worst days, be my best
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop
the candlelight
Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights
I'm goin' on vacation now, hope next time, y'all plan it right
'Cause you
your father was a figure
'Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
And my mother so proud 'cause his son is gettin' bigger
I took time
Black man, drop top
There go the cops
There go the cops
There go the cops
Is it because of my people?
Is it because of my sneakers?
Is it
many milligram
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man
Ideas for the ear to fear
Might split 'em, he'll never
many milligram
But what made a iller jam
My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts
That kill a man
Ideas for the ear to fear
Might split 'em, he'll never
they gotta pay
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
Back in the game now, copped me some weed now
My people bout to eat now, shit's
in my pocket
Now I'll start to take the profit
No time to take a loss
God thank you for these gifts
Stay 6 feet from me when you cough
Looking at you
head
They're my darkness of demons and my closest of friends
I've got a split personality A split personality, ooh
So we're out of his head now What do
shit without our homeboyz
You know what time it is
I ain't shit without my homeboyz
Hey, tell 'em the story how you came up, nigga
Now I was born
alive in that split split second of time
Everything makes sense In that moment in time
All seems to be right and I know that it’s true
How it be, how it
had went through
Rain and storm
By my doley
Streets changed my Life
I be missing the old me
You gone stick by
My side is tf
You had told me
I dont care
still flowing through this shit
While I'm venting
Me myself and I still fighting off the split
At my reflection
Swear I got more questions than a bitch
nigga
Its been a long time coming
This Is It, this Is It
I been out the damn hood
And making hits with It
All the bad bitches
Twerkin off the rip, off
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