Lyrics:
to talk to them on the phone when they hit the phone, I'd go out and get my own phone to secretly plug it back in. They'd lock up the keyboard of my
evening, Mr
Tiny Tim i'd like to ask him
To say a few words
Oh, hello to you nice Beatles ah
It's so wonderful
What a thrill it is talking here ah
In Mr
WHEN HE FEAST
START AT YA FEET
AND SPIT OUT YA TEETH
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?
AND BY THE END YOU GON' KNOW THE SONG
SENSI STARR HOT LIKE A LOADED GUN
you know what it is
I'll be the man for ya
I'll be right I'll be right
I'll be your lover
I'll be right by your side
When you need me girl
Ohhh yeah
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
And called it Section.80,
Never thought we'd have a song like this
Like this, OK
The other comforter, everytime I went to sleep
It's too bad that we had to end the dream
It
it
They just hand off man
They don't got what it takes
To get'er done
You see they're way spent
Waitin' on a paycheck
Holdin' on to their last breath
clothes and try to say they yours (yes, they do)
'Cause it's a show filled with pimps and hoes
Trying to take everything that you made or control (there
and yo it's givin me a boner
I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me
And we didn't even fuck
I
And your wife, she's still the most wonderful woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin' from nothin'
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like
away
Wish bad pon your name
Know they hate
When I’m gracing the stage
I just say
Anyways
Suns out guns out
I don’t want no love now
They just want my
a rare thumper, you just a gay nigga
With a rainbow sticker on your rear bumper
They say life is short, death is longer
That makes it even harder
woman
I just built her a new house, she ain't runnin' from nothin'
B and Slim, them niggas still love me like they own child
Ms. Rose nerves get bad,
I am that nigga, it's obvious
These niggas broke, on their pickpockets watching us
They see the watch and this jewelry we rocking
Get sick
And a "way to go" from your label every day
Looking boy
Hey, looking boy! What you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
have your (?) space turkey has knocked up slightly off course.
KWIRK
Well, Lemon...
SMOCK
It?s Leh-meen, sir.
KWIRK
Now we must get back
a back in the day dawg
Thugs now a days will cock it back pop a cap in your acorn
Fuck what they say in they songs
Gangstas dont stay long
They make
a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny
So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son
Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
Uptown
cool, I had plenty fun
But one wish, I would grow up big
No, not built, but they say drink my milk
Didn't get nowhere, switched up diet
Started having
point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt's gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
life
(Right?) but I also know that as a man
Some mud can turn to blood
When you want it off your hands
Woke up from my street dream
Came up with a master
[indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable]
- Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells
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