Lyrics:
Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll
she’s swinging open the icebox
Through the pantry she combs consuming all that her eyes spot
Until she’s standing naked back in the mirror depressed
She
man who walks on the earth's surface
A dangerous wordsmith prayin' for you to stop me
I can face the world like Kadafe, watch me
Yas and Bobby
Musetta!
Marcello
Her!
The SHOPWOMEN
What! Her! Yes! Well! Her!
Musetta!
She's done well for herself! What a dress! (Musetta stops, accompanied by the old
it up, and you just can't seem to stop it
That's you
That keep playing up without a rubber,
Don't wanna claim your baby, you naked headed lover,
your girl admire
Money your wired off that smack because it's skills ya lack
Stop being gassed by the devil and come back to black
Double barrel
was waiting by his bed side
He jerked his arm the next morning
And then a tear ran down his left eye
6 men carried his coffin, put him 6 feet in
the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags
Body bags come back on planes from war torn Iraq
It's the stark naked truth, a dark aftermath
Baby
help my chapped dick
When I'm with a naked chick I use a faker dick
A turkey baster laced with Elmer's to make it stick
My ex fled to Reykjavik, we
about to put it down
Got you runnin' around
Half naked around the house
And this isn't just fast-sex
We're making love until
We both climax,
I
a cannibal if niggas tryna get by
I could damage you and look into yo' chick eyes
You living big lies, bitch let's get high
I keep a couple rolled just to keep
bucked by a Bronco
I'm a oh yes
Your a oh no
Go on you can take one photo
Stop pulling my strings you yo-yo
You don't wanna see me get loco
These mofo's
me stop
I ain't mean to let you in my thoughts
I'm supposed to stay relatable
Gotta dumb it down, they don't want me being lyrical
Gotta gun you
of this plot!
So im heading out to find answers, to make this shit stop
Redefine hip hop
Low eyes, doing lines, while smoking good pot
Heres some food for
need of a pit stop tired like some tires burnt out from spending time spinning riled up wired.
A wise man knows himself to be a fool. Only a fool thinks
shotta I make dat thinG Hop
Cross State Lines in a camry Straight no pit sTops
MaDe sure all my nikkaz ate This ""G"" BLock
Pour it uP We makin'
let's get into it
Better mind what I say, cah PC Bart's gonna watch this
Jumping around when the shh pull up, hella man doing up mosh pit
The ting
only skin, oh it's only skin
and you can't stop the reasper
from the sythe that she's swinging
a cut, a shot, the heat of her thighs,
eyes that are crazy
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
jason
I come from flint to have a ratchet dog thats drastically basic
I got dreams of coming home to Rih Rih and she asshole naked
Cheese pizza on arrival
naked, girl, like I've got no shame.
It's out of my heart and hands. I'm out of my mind to be falling again.
I've tried to say stop but it's bigger than
congregate, they shrimp. Anyone not in on the secret, or just passing by, would think that shrimping consisted of a person lying on the ground and writhing,
speak i know just what you're thinking
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Open up your eyes, then you'll realize
Here I stand with
This is what I call prosperity
Catching your feelings
Carries me from the floor to the ceiling
Deep, down in the pit, we got damp
Rocking out like Sixty
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