Lyrics:
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
Better creep, or the whole play is fucked up
Got this bitch, if I give her pills, it's getting stuffed up
Yo daddy said
in a camisole
But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want
been so loud
The tone almost get stuck
Now with some luck
Can that turn into a truck
I'm talkin' Big Wheel
This kid getting dough
But will not go alone
I
the attorney,
I'm on the case
With rhymes that'll hit ya, get ya and sit ya down
The competition is booty get the picture now?
Skip the record, my road,
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
capitalist, or whatever is a term of abuse valued by
that society--infringer--and they develop this idea,
at first probably in secrecy or semi-secrecy,
and then
to spend your time
With friends who don't shine like mine
And then they fuck you from the behind
How is that my fault
And all this time I thought you was
That people thought that when
I first came out, that that was me in my
Entirety but that wasn't
That was a small facet of who I was
But, who you see now
on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like "Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
This world is so cold I
Pray you preserve your soul
Before the door is closed
May grace abound
I know you have your doubts
But you must repent now
of that gots to go
Now everybody knows there's exceptions to this rule
Now don't be getting mad, when we playing, it's cool
But don't you be calling out my
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
of em cheap but I don't pay for bodies
Yea, told her lil a bitty bitch you couldn't abc a young nigga this popping
Yea, nigga talking bout toting heat I
saw her face
Cause 2B honest you the only female that I want by my side while I’m getting this cake
She a real bad thing
She got real wild ways
She so
made it
Yeah yeah
Unfazed by anyone that's hating
Thought I was dreaming
Then reality set in
Life is what you make it
Come with me
And we'll be
damn well that they wanna freak
Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang, but she said no
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be
was a vegetable farm and that it was ran by her elder sister and her son. But they now feel like the owner so, she told Shaine that the time was right
My name is Marsh and this world, I'm out of it (out of it)
'Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like ALF a bit
Ha, I kill me,
story
The raw unedited
May 13 back in 97
Real nigga was born and blessed
By the reverend
Yeah i was born catholic
Not many people know
Father son holy
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
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