Lyrics:
clothes become microscopic decisions
Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life
Thug, drug dealer wife
Consequence cut like a knife, then
change
It ain't that heaven-sent?
Hurts my ears to listen
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used
change
It ain't that heaven-sent?
Hurts my ears to listen
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used
with a neighbour
Freeze the MC's that wanna see thee
By now Naughty By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
'cause I know that
You don't mean it, you don't mean it, no
I'm not fine
My limbs have grown numb
Every bridge I've ever built is coming undone
All I've
and downs
But recently, for me, there's been a lot of downs
This ugly is a side I don't show to people
It's a part of recovery that most people in my life
vibe
And don't you be surprised
This is do or die
Don't be scared just cause I got a lot more chicks than you
Don't you think that you're all that when
don’t got much to say
Unless you won’t let me pay
Chivalrous gentlemen, call me “gentle-they”
There ain’t no games that i wanna to play
Plastic you call
huh
I'm gonna keep it light
Uh huh
My heart is filled with strife
Uh huh
Cut that shit out like a knife
Uh huh
Don't make me grab my smith and-
You hoes
design
Haunted by the whispers on the edge of a knife
Achoo
Was that a fucking sneeze
Will someone please call the police
Red eye design
Haunted by
-Bust the trust
3 -No More Monopoly
(marching SFX to commence, soft first, rising in volume and tempo to the lyrics)
(beat change) Fanny
To the temple
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Girl, what that say? Wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he ain't Lil Wayne, no
Haha, 'cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch
Rock, rock, rock on
Rock, rock, rock on
I'm going to tell you the truth whether you like it or not
Can I prove it?
Yes
No more days like those
mistakes?
And I not a true hustler if I ain't pushing a Wraith,
No disrespect but I got drive that don't need gas in the tank
I swear, I'm catching flights
want from you
Yea You know I love you
It aint no one above you
And ima tell you that
Right before I put someone above you
Yea them streets don’t love you
know
That I'm gone
I don't wanna stay here no more
So I'm gone
It don't feel the same no more
So I'm gone
I don't feel the same no more
So I'm gone
I
no more
The man came home to take her life To cut her with a cold, gray knife
To lay her there with all the rest Blood and bones and faded dress
many things that I misunderstood
I guess I'll never know.. it'd probably cut me like a knife
I swore I spent my life trying to be Christ-like
But I
don't own
Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke
I can't advertise, on killin' my folks, who dead broke
While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors,
don't own
Enough boats, to be shipping in no bundles of coke
I can't advertise, on killin' my folks, who dead broke
While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors,
and the shorty she is foreign
Tricking for my love
No I won't be extorted
Don't know when my love is coming
That's a hard pill to swallow
Each day is tough enough
More than John 3:16
I'll just play my role
Not picking up a knife or a pole
No matter how hard it gets
I ain't stabbing someone
For a conflict
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