Lyrics:
And I keep shitting on the competition (Freebase)
I'ma bout to put up me out a shit tape (Freebase)
Just went playin' by no rules (Freebase)
Every
Wasn't right like drugs got three strikes
You got these last nights for thugs
Holdin' my position
My competition is never ready
Ripped like a machete, my
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat
I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo
She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke
winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
till she hear sirens Kill tha lights
I be looking for her spots with 3 eyes
Breakfast, lunch n dinner
I could eat it 3 times
So delish water dripping
Got
Mala Oreen - Ghost Cat
The ghost cat is hiding around again
You’re the one deep down, one deep down, deep down at night
‘Tween the folds of my,
A carousel of winds blinding my surroundings
I mount this animal and sever his wings
I pierce my blade deep in the heart of this
soulless wretched beast, This
conscience run to hide?
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
Why can't you just do what's right by me?
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
It can't get much
toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
when I'm sippin' that Act
In the alley with two or three packs
Riding 'round, three or four straps
Baby come and fuck me perhaps
If you can't take it,
Sheitan never came so ill, he got skill
Met a brother from the drill that gave my spine chills
All thirty three nerves
Controlling my curves
you live once
Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts
Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone
It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep
for me and the homies and nobody else
Making beats in my room by myself
Kinda funny how my last studio cost seven zeros
But I make the best shit when
on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard
I look deep into your heart and soul
You do have have a soul, don't you, Lawrence?
Make your wildest dreams come true
I got voodoo, I got
When they are far away at sea
"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
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