Lyrics:
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
the man
Yeah you got the girl, she still spits your jizz
I'm like King Kong
Godzilla, Loch Ness
Bitch, get gone
I'm James Bond, I got this
That gamer girl
together sin parar
ohhhh
excuse me Zion don't mean to interrupt you
but she's fire her way of jiggling it in her attire
dropping it down low while she bring
send one of my lil' niggas
Come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit
shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
of Rabbit Hill" by Murray Emerland
It's actually not an excerpt, it's the whole thing
Let me just find it here
It should be in here somewhere
Ah, here it is
You see me fly by with my cape in the wind
Secretly I know you like me
And trust me bruh you don't wanna fight me
Cuz I throw them things and make your
the dub time to get in my bag
(Yeah) (Uuugh)
On my James Bond ish
Ain't never losing that shit, nah
I'm still on it
All about making a grip, y'all
All
to run with lions on the road to Zion
In this age of violence, time to grab the iron
When I pop the silencer, it's nothing but silence when
Baby, when
Selassie I, conquering lion
Ah from the land of King Solomon
Reign and rule over Ethiopian
Reign the believing of the ark of covenant
More than
without trusting
Yea too much hate when ya crew hot, too much love get you 2Pac'd
Too much bread over here get you stalked by the feds
The IRS and a few
James Connolly
Collected and Arranged by The Wolfe Tones
The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am
like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will
up baby-girl put your hair back
Hurry up, barkeep, keep the brew comin'
Tryin' to drank 'till my back start slumpin'
Like old man, live by the old
time, make your pretty face ugly
Hands by your side, stop tryin' to touch me
Let me soak it in, breathe, you smellin' lovely
Kiss yo belly button,
the only thing I sabi do na to dey play drums
That time I never really know God
Youngster over time saved by God
Now it makes sense whenever I think about my
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
We reppin' for the christ nice lovin' all my enemies
Used to lose my mind over haters like kennedy
Prayin' for fri-enemies eventually got mentally
working for Irish Rail and in my father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang isn't it to sweat. By the slot machine there's James Dean out cold beneath my
is the spirit don't need a diploma
Taking back regions this a foreclosure
Take over Cleveland to Oklahoma
Casting out demons devil we own ya
Who am I
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
psycho
Eeny meeny miny moe
Sin was taking over me and so I grabbed it by the throat
I don't know
I just rock the boat
Am I saved I'm sure
I ain't ever
up, let me know who you are
Mystery, two eleven sent you mystery
Don't mention me, if them pigs in your facility
Five star, general, felonies,
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