Lyrics:
lethal plus we taking over
I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan
That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open
It’s open season
to the mouth in ur head
Playing guitars shooting at stars
Watching the moon rise and feeling the earth spinning round
Now I bide my time
I'm still waiting
I
I'll go to war for, my dawg
I'll lose it all for, my dog
Right hand up to god for, my dog
Uh uh uh uh yeah
My dawg got cancer
I ain't even get to buy
ypung nigga
So find you a place, stay on the
Low, sell that shit on the low, stay
The hell out the way, I did it
By myself, had a thing for yourself
You
happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
Cause I
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
that shot and he was caught out there
Saw the convertible driving by
I loaded up the slingshot, let one fly
He went for his to find he didn't have one
to holy ghost
Wish i wasn't scared for you
I saw what i broke before
But you pop up in my head
When i'm walking out the door
I'm like a rocket
What i'm like
Dhabi or dodging the paparazzi
Still probably as popular as Swastikas for nazis
The cops protect the property properly when they crack your heads
Straight from my heart
I appreciate yall for tunning in
I go by the name of CK
i hope i inspire you
To do better
And go and get it
Roll the dice for life
I
'm broke,
I'm cracked, I'm alone,
No hope for a change,
No way to erase,
The world would be,
Better without me,
So How could this be?
Somehow, you
a lot of chances
For Psychical Research-
There's the ghost of a crazy younger son
Who murdered, in thirteen fifty-one,
An extremely rowdy Nun
Who
the grim reaper
Gone make me a M 'for I see 'em
Want no more struggling days
So I grind every way just to guarantee my circle eating, and fuck nigga run up
I
crooked know this
Surrounded by all these bogus
I would call em friends, but these niggah ain't open
But when they see me in the streets they like go head
Joe way before this rap shit
Before the Versace floors and the Rolls to match it
Joe's a bastard, I sell pussy for cheap
Make my bitch walk the strip
a hatchet
I've dressed in black for way too long now bitch, I'm a bandit
I don't like talking to you, you sound too petty
You still inspired by that wack shit
You got this hold on me, I can't deny
Thought I seen you passing by
My mind's playing games on me, to tell the truth, I'm terrorized
Shifting my
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
Here today
Gone today
Hurry up and wait
I'm never there
For you or me
Can't you read
The story of our lives?
Death to me
And life for you
place that it started
In the Trump Plaza that we'd be locking horns
Going head on head for the WWF Championship
I'd a called you a liar Mean Gene
But you
Glee, Glee, we Glee, Glee, yeah
Yeah, real Glee, for real Z, for
Heavens obligatory, I'm just sayin'
On the scene, screamin', "Glee Glee", I
between the lines by transcribe
It's just me and my brother draw a line around it circumscribe
I just take In liquids heat gas and light that's just imbibe
doors
So long to sailin', safe by my door
Sunny place inside, comforting is all paid for
Too late for some change of mind, ohh, how would I ever find me?
the ocean
I'm coming for the blood, an I'm slick like lotion
Yah sweatin so much, Put cha ass on a coaster
My ego so big they call me thee boaster
Head so
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