Lyrics:
Starts my head to spinning
Father get your shotgun yeah
Mother warn your children
Tell em I'm a mean old man
Heaven help me for the way I am
Make no
TEC, nigga, if I say get it done
I'll make ya wack niggas if you 'round me, son
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
I gotta make it
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
like I thought you seen (?)
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I'm a boss (?)
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Cause I'm a mad man
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Put you to sleep like the sandman
Give me the throne, I
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
remember that time we did that s*** by Big Lots, bro
Or that time your mom dukes picked me up when I was walking
Went down Redbug with the thang on me
Man
slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling, do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back
may liven something up
Hit up Drew and Dom when they get done at Lydon see wassup
We may kii over a drink or catch a flight when we link up
Should I cut
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
emotionally
But how in the fuck am I not supposed to be woke
When these fuckers just keep poking me? Now
I'm leaving Heaven
I'm leaving Heaven
Angels
me what ya got
'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
And I am the definite feast delight
I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
I am
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
me what ya got
'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
And I am the definite feast delight
I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
I am
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down
Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no
fucking bag of cheetos
Talking to Anthony, but still talk to me though
Bitch, I'm getting a Hootie song, I'm going back to Fritos
Two thousand and fifteen
sell my soul or turn pompous
You don't get me get yo Webster
I'm so Tribeca
SoHo trendy
The hobos Fendi and the shoes do match Chyna Whyte is blessed
I
Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down
Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie
True pimp niggas spend no
to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put them all on fours
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie, I
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
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