Lyrics:
shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of why'all, please
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
I wasn’t black, I didn’t grow up poor
So up yours
Up doors and knock down doors ’til
I get three downed doors
3 Doors Down, "Kryptonite"
Shit, you
a avalanche rocking it from Barcelona to Japan
New York, LA, Atlanta, Chicago and Houston got rappers but, not like this man
Midwest boys episodes be classy
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
Quik nigga
Respect or check it
These Days I'm a little more focused cause y'all cracked the door
And I kicked it open, yellin' get the fuck down or I
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
through Venmo
Bags coming in like we boosting
Wrap it up send it straight to Houston
Probably in a foreign Tom Cruising
Work white like the girl from
funkadelic
That might best describe
The musical vibe you feel when I arrive
From the moment I walk through the door
I gotta keep em on the floor
Get up
It's Mr. Thompson my next door neighbor.
Always bitchin'! Yellin' from the kitchen, window.
See he died then he went to hell, though.
We meet
(whoop-whoop)
It's 3AM in the streets, we really hotter than lava
All these snakes in my front yard, they knockin' our door down
That shit be fake, be the same
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
man that won't help
Cause I placed two C4s underneath his belt
Click
Boom
Now I'm on to the main room
Bust down the door see the famous loot
Diamonds by
The story begins July 20th, 1969 with the world on the edge of their seats
As 3 men made their way to the moon
The Creighton family home in Houston
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! about to take you way back! way back that is, to Vernor!
Posse, yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope in the home away from home
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
of Laid Lonnie.
I live by the game, that's what I'm all about.
The bitch started trippin' so we had to fall out.
Think I'm supposed to pay, 'cause
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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