Lyrics:
My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime
With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin'
Catch my body like Haitian 5
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
and I'm considered husband
And I'm a always be there for you
Either way you look at it I ain't goin' no where from my muffin
'Cause she gonna hold it
and I'm considered husband
And I'm a always be there for you
Either way you look at it I ain't goin' no where from my muffin
'Cause she gonna hold it
to janet
Blood on my hands
But the body stays clean
Keep him locked up and away
Keep on pushing till he scream
You want a bad bitch I say I am she
Little
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
to one knee.
Dino Sore flared his nostrils as if to say, "Holy Smokes! I can’t hold it in. You complete me. You’ve always been there for me. You make my
baby
(Georgia) I'm still praying with you
Everybody crying but
(Georgia) ain't nobody tried
There's no doubt on my mind, it was
(Georgia) Bush! We from
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
Smile like Janet
But mami Hispanic
Floor covered in marble
The counters are granite
VERSE
The bars satanic
The beat is by bandit
They keeping it
I hope I'm ready, are you ready for this transition
Hold it steady, copacetic, rendered by ambition
Could've fought my mind, but would I really get
in the corner there's the bodies, I can't help it you can't stop me
On a killing spree, ain't no demon yeah I swear it's me
Hold up Imma kill this
bury my body
Well, I won't grow weary no more
Ain't afraid of death knockin' on my door
Sweet salvation in the by-and-by
No more trouble, gonna leave it
my eyes (Drifting, drifting)
So much I can find (Drifting, drifting)
There's no meter I could sync with
Pen to ink with
Thoughts to think with
That's
float, the deadpan joke
The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke
There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still
Face-down
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