Lyrics:
A PLASTIC BOTTLE OF PISS
And my neighbor said
OH!
Then, feeling the need to soften the blow,
And because, apparently, I am an optimist
I pulled a bone I
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
Kuntry]
I'm Grand Hustle pimp, to the meat & bones
I'm eatin' off these niggas plate & I ain't leave a bone
Tryin' to pick a bone, homie best leave me
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue
See the streets done gave me jewels, I done
day to day
and pray to god that'll I'll be ok, ay ay
[Verse 1]
These fat raps think they fit like they The Iron Man
I got the iron tongue
intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense
Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight
intense
But each avoid the other's sword
As if by seventh sense
Their muscles ache, their bones are sore
But none of them will yield
They fight
dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3
Mont
Yeah
You already what I do
(What do you do?)
I'm stackin' the bands, I'm needin' that shit in advance
3k for a verse, I'm not rockin' the clan
the yellow tape out
Scofield kind of year
I'm about to break out
Busy doing me
I know nothing that these lames bout they never making moves ngati malonda wapa
absolve me in this cavalcade
Oh northward home
A call creeping in these bones
It reaches for the cold and the shadows
Some deity it calls me home
Secret rooms in open spaces
Public bodies, hidden faces
A golden ruler with an iron fist
Takes your hands if you reach for his
Forms a circle with
levels
I set the precedent, my energies very incredible
Yet barely accessible
By the lame and taming animals
Like lions and tigers and bears
Locked up in
about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
from iron bones
You trip and we stand tall
That's just what we do
No thanks to you
Blue Cadillac
Where them cameras at?
I'm the star that's burned into
of all these rainy days
Looking in the mirror like
You the one gone die for me
When it’s time to sling that iron
You the one gone slide for me
Mama ask me
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
the hood with
The hood rats and roaches caught crack
And served a three-fifth on my culture
Desert Eagle on me these
Niggas acting like vultures
I ain't
Chapter 13 THE THUNDER
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Alif-Lam-Mim-Ra These are the verses of the book, this Qur'an
of our given realm
For the Black though 1 of 3 outnumber by design
The order of the Red is prime for the end is ours to be had
And though ravenous, we
"Let me-, let me hold that"
"One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me"
"What?"
"Three for you"
"Get, get, man, I'll smack-"
"Fuck is
8BSpace, Age-in baby
TSRight right right right
8BOne time
TSBeyotch
8BYeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire
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