Lyrics:
'm from, the C-L-E
Them punk muthafuckas be afraid of me
Huh, a young nigga on the warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops,
waiting to be released
The UK released the beast
I won't hit once, I wanna hit twice
If I hit twice, wanna hit three times
I won't hit once, I wanna
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
they shit
And I'm boosting my ratings
Man look who u facing
You ain't equal to me
I got shooters wit me
Rockin MC
Crew
Tommy Hill On my feet
You
where you tread
Ion think you want the bloodshed
Let me start off the right foot
Leading with my left leg
I got 2 feet
But I’m 3 steps ahead
But I’m 3
I'd rather live on ma knees huh
Am am thuuug
I'd rather live on ma knees
than to be a slave on my feet
I'd rather live on ma knees
Yeah Woy3 mi na
was a time I thought I knew nearly everything
That I could expect to know,
But the further from home my poor feet have carried me
The smaller I seem
Vikings
Three of my classmates would have had to be injured
Before I could enter the game
If our number one quarterback heaven forbid, were laid flat by
of the morning
Eyes closed, clear mind to hear
Wind blowing, mind floating
Dust swirls around the young man's feet
Controlling it, in theory
And over time his
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
I never wanted to be selfish
Wide eyed and young
As I held my mothers hand
The footsteps were smaller
The dreams were far away
Everything in bloom
(Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that's half a million, I'm livin' la vida happy
money we dey cafe
Y3 nt3m b) search oo mugu go pay
Y3y3 na anfa, we do it again
W) dum)mi daaa day by day
On God
This year no time (this year no time
Solo dolo since a protozoa
Young protege you ain't yet to know of
Used to obey now I get a say
Of my synthesis stead of being synthetic-made
Gold
————–ORBIT
Glenn: Ah, roger. Friendship 7. All system are go in the capsule.
Glenn: Ah, Roger this is Friendship 7. I’m controlling fly by wire present time
it's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
Every time it crossed my mind
I was a fool to let you run
Without a goodbye
Cause we were lovers in the dark
Blinded by the fear
Too young to know we were
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
Sho' ain't got a whole lot of time
So shake you shimmy,
Sister
'Cause honey I sure is feelin' time
7: The Ballad Of The Sad Young Men
Sing a song
federal
Penitentiary
Yea I could did my time standin on one feet
But see I fucked up royally
Thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin ass crackers changed
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
3 times I blocked 'dat bitch she called me back to back 4 times
I never hop on 'yo hoe line
I can 'jugg up 120 off 4 dimes
We eating 'la bitch yeah
alone 'cause of this
I don't wanna waste my life isn't over
Take my time, getting sober
I'm sick of myself, but I won't die young
Gotta stay strong,
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