Lyrics:
And the house you live in will never fall down
If you pity the stranger who stands at your door
When you're down in the dumps and not ready to deal
Decide what
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
house
Fake speech, fake vows
Take all this from me and shove it deep
Shove it deep in your mind and deny
Strangers are numbers
that fills my void
man
In eighteen seventy-nine
George Alderson Smith
Was warned that his fine house would slip
Foundations turn to rubble
Be taken by the sea
and sound
And I can't lie
Still want you in my life
But we are strangers now
Now a year has gone by
Since you ripped my broken heart
Worst feeling in my life
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
niggaz in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in 'em
While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin'
Gotta keep a lot of heat, 30 cals 10
folded shit they played in Birdbox
Break the news a rappers body all on k cal 9
On Sylvia Lopez I stay with the K Cali nine
I go viral with the views how
Bands for donation
I love fast money for the grands got No patience
Ain’t no sitting at the house on the Couch I’m all in traffic grittin
Loud movin quiet
niggas in houses with pretty maids
Water and flowers in 'em
While my niggas walk around in they trousers grinnin'
Gotta keep a lot of heat, 30 cals 10
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
Baby I know you want me
Baby you dream about me
I know you think about me (Yeah)
Lay in my B-E-D dead
Baby might be in bed
Baby might be in my bed
Ladies and gentlemen
We got Rare Essence in the house tonight
And they got a very special guest with 'em
We talkin' 'bout the king of the LBC!
I
We about to pull up on Jimmy house with a 50. Cal ready to explode
Is you down nigga (Are you down)
We about to hit the liquor store with some
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
STRANGERS: WRITTEN BY John ´GK Rapgenius´´ 2016
I HAVES TEARS IN MY EYES
I CANT BELIEVE YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE
YOU SAID I WAS YOUR NUMBER
than the Van Wyck
Backwards Stan Smith
When I come bring the noise
I sweep rappers by the Bunch
Like they Brady's boys
So change your sound 'fore
I claim
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
life's in danger
Of ending up stranger
Than the stranger who walked on the shore
Stranger than the stranger
Who walks by my bed
Shares in my life
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
veins
Don't tell me you don't feel the same
So when you're driving past my house and it's midnight
Or you hold another strangers hand
You can't help but
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