Lyrics:
out here for my stacks
I'm out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge,
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
Three
a day in the life (of three black men)
It's just a day in the life (of three black men)
Day two, yo check this out
Every morning when I wake up,
walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins
come around
Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she stayin' down
I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now
I need two
place and loves the way I treat her
Singing out Aretha
All over the track like a feature
And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either
But
the chimney all on the floor, pour out the henny all down her throat, I like her friend see I want some more, call of the frenzy walk out the door. Im writing
I've been running on E
And i'm a keep running
I've been killing each track
For the past 3 summers
Leave the stats for the league
I don't care about
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
I Ain’t Shut Up....Let’s Begin.. here we Go
Engine engine number 9 Going Down chicago Line if The Train Jump The Track
Damn.... Those Were The Days
Finding a way, hide it away, waiting for change,
Things are the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,
three seen the light in me once never dimming
Swore on the day I was born with the fire on me
I bring it
Hear them angels singing
E
I'm a lion
Never tire
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
I'm losing track of time
Feels like I can't rewind
I must be out of time
I'm losing track of time
Feels like I can't rewind
I must be out of time
I'm
down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all apple pie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king
[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist
down the middle man
Take the bones out man for real
Yeah all apple pie yeah
Straight up, Flipmode BK king
[Ghostface Killah]
It was the best heist
right now it's 420
Somewhere right now it's 420
When I sat down, I was fine
Then I rolled up some of that pine
Then I lost all track of time
Smoking that
superhero
(Shazam)
Yah, now we running from the five-oh
Seven-one-eight, boy, they running from the five-oh
Three-oh-five, man, they running from
got murk
Its time to move fast
Hey yo, Deini it's on, check out the news flash
Flew out the next day, back to the Tony estates
Blew on the first class
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
your throat that's made up of razor blades
Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days
On out, over, well known Casanova
Can I put on an army,
Running for money a relay
Doing the dash hauling ass on the E-way
Going the fastest for the last three days
Running outta gas but I had a blast
I
killed off by folsom property tax
Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose
Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost
Make off
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