Lyrics:
rolling in a Bronco pumpin' them pumps
you know what I'm sayin'?
On Broadway or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo yo, straight up
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Violent spells have gotten lost in the cold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe, you unfold
With this pain I behold
Growin' ripe you unfold
How will
remembered
Forever strong
Leave a mark on this world
Like no other
My impact will be felt
Somethin' like thunder
Money's just a tool
I use it as I please
But
years
His father played drums in a jazz band
His mother painted nails by the pier
And his brother was swallowed into the ocean
But that was a long time
Out loungin
Getting ya cool on
So I'm saying you be checkin these mommies out
Use to walk up say a little somethin take everythin a brother got just
Geronimo
Motherfuckers, it's dominoes
I'm on a roll, around and around, I go
When will I stop? I don't know
Tryin' to pick up where The Eminem Show left
some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin' and toe-taggin'
They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's
pane.
My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving.
[JAVERT]
You will starve again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.
[VALJEAN]
I
the process of amputation
All cerebral penetration must cease
I release a form of verbal death that by far
Will leave your whole mental scared
Chorus]
marks part of the beat start
That explains why I see (C
Sea) frontin' (front end) for sure (shore)
But this is where the front end
After I give you that
give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, Lo' lo's bouncin
Ninety doin' fakin' with kissin' on the couchin'
Boo
Until the night he raped her
Followed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin' her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two-thirty
Not enough for you to pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
somethin you can assume
That on the 15th marks my day for doom
Buck em and fuck em with doomsday productions
Eclipse a crip if I catch you fuckin with my
dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one fool got stomped out
'Cause he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1
dice with they feet
Think they got the funk, that one fool got stomped out
'Cause he's a mark with a gun
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1
run?
Do you get it done?
Do you hope do you wish
More than you do write?
They smell a fraud, are they wrong?
Will you make it right?
I walk by
With
the blood, that mean the creep start workin
Niggas never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks the street,
(Now whut's up?)
Aiyyo we ain't playin' fair no more, there's somethin' new in store
A Hot Boy but not from the 504
New technique to rock the mic
ain't no help
'cause I'm trying to live a dream
And it means that it seems I got no wealth
And we know hell, seen it twice
Looks somethin' like a bottle
somethin' not right
Went and popped them pills had a seizure mayne that night
I will never loose my heart again not my damn mind
My soul been damaged, my
see the blood, that mean the creep start workin
N****s never learnin that they eyes keep lurkin
Have ya janitor pumpin your X5 merkin
Skid marks
rainin and pourin
Turned nothin into somethin
But somethin ain't nothin when there's more steady formin
Makin moves lowkey, I gotta stay dormant
The hate I
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