Lyrics:
proud to be with me
She walk right up to her ex, look him dead in the face
And say, "You ain't got the juice like that
You ain't got the juice like
Genna
Any time yuh diss Dog man a real stepper
Gun shot inna face gun shot inna face
Aye dawg we nah waste it
Fourth Genna
No more banna clip just pan pon
grind dog
I got yo front you got my back stay by my side dog
Rather we bump heads or we break bread you always my dog
Rather we bump heads or we break
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over
of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar?
Wassup man
Look, this for my people
You heard me my dog
Man I miss my dog
My dog know I miss him to
But I feel it man
I feel them all in my heart
I
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine-gunned
Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis
The captain's name was Lugger
A dung to zed
Betweenie Man, yuh mek yuh grammy get to yuh head
Mi nuh business di whole a dem gone
Merciless him dead at Sting before di day beyond
Come
Words and music by Woody Guthrie
While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.
I was born working
watch it break again
I take it day by day but they're taking years of my life I fanned for it
Kill any question meant for it
To the lesser man I'll be
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
That motherfucker
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
single thing I said I meant it
Protect investments, before you're half dead, lamenting
When the Sun dies, it wont rise again, you can't resurrect it
Rather
than music man can't you see im trying
Everything done changed i been feelin stuck up in my ways
I got niggas want me dead but imma pray
Ion feel
always prepared for the smoke I ain't with none of that
They thought that be dead or be broke and now they calling me the big dog
I know they hate it man I
doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the
Restaurant, in the bell tower with her husband Ray and Facha, the dog
And livin' in
you could fuck wit Miguel I gotta code tho, split him
Look at your girl dead in her eyes and say "Fuck Dorothy dog"
I'm toto dissin'
But at this moment,
Wassup man
Look, this for my people
You heard me my dog
Man I miss my dog
My dog know I miss him to
But I feel it man
I feel them all in my heart
dead wrong
Not a day go by ion think about you dog
All dickie green fitted this one for you dog
This for taco
Yeah Life's like a maze where am I running
like a teen
Wish I could kill you that way you'd only
Exist in my memory
The idea of you could never be spoiled by
Your immaturity
Wish I could feel you
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