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held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame. serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
Your mother choked on my cock, my god rest her soul (red)Now a moment of silence, pleaseRest In peace (red)I'm running shit like stepping in piles of dog
joints Stash the baggy in my Reeboks, zoinks! Ghost's face red already, there's no sun I'm winded too, man, but fuck it We gotta run! Deuce misdemeanors
at night with torch lights Verse 2: 3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow Give me
One Three, hoot Mic check, hoot hoot Yo Uh I always heard I wouldn't be shit, well, what do ya know huh Tell me what do ya know, about my hard work
Redenbacher Shits poppin' Parties hoppin' Asses droppin' We ain't stoppin' Doin' my own thang I'm in the Hov lane I'm in the Hove Lane I'm in the Hove Lane I
As a prisioner of my own thoughts A believer of your own words Can you save me? I've been stucked in this purple, purple red Purple, purple red lights I've been
Or grown in it to be risen While my Phone ringing with the touch screen I can't touch dreams I've lost steam I had to walk between my own thoughts of things
heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea
their tops I leave their domes alone See scalping is for clone Like the baby Boba did You know his papa was a mold And so I was foretold Beyond my own
dresses, (?) He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own shit and I do my own
for losing your inhibition By getting down to my sound as it pounds; louder now Gather round! Moving crowds was always my profession Effectively
Fire Flame Spit your Game Talk your shit I'm never calling it quits I got fire in my veins I drift wide and make contact with my own variety Dreams
I used to chase the game to eat it Sylvester and Tweety Now I chase the pay I told them to keep it and eat me I drew my penis on the ground and I
I been stuck inside a rut I been losing faith Focused on so many things that I lost my way Dealing with the consequences of my own mistakes If you
yeah Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car But by
first class Chicken wire wraps around the apparatus Compressed pages of blank thoughts and red daisies Held together inside Manila prisons As he
the game hostage like a ransom demanded by Sampson Oh my obsession with possessions like the devils pie We all born to Die prone to lie, be in the sky chill
green Royalty same color as codeine White own a black I see red I see red I see red I see red My city got history Crackers never get to me Mama said this
Yeah My Lord Yeah We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through
Yeah My Lord Yeah We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn We go through
Huh, you know I was raised by KRS and LL Cool J Rakim, Public Enemy and Big Daddy Kane But you know what? I'm here now and I'm helping raise your own
I redesigned it with all of my finesse and care A familiar face to feed the population waste The perfect apparatus to deliver my contents of sludge
his own My microphone's turned on strictly for flexing Don't need that comic to marvel I'm uncanny when I X-Men
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