Lyrics:
think the money is changin' my mood
Yeah
Rich nigga opinion
I got a rich nigga opinion, yeah
Deals flyin' all winter
And I get you slimed out by
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
Went by the name of Motor Mike
Called him that 'cause he rode a bike
Rode all the way from Guatemala
Haulin' shwag just to make a dollar
Tall
giving up no names
And This is for the soul of Richard porter
Richard porter
And R.I.P. to Donnell
You's a Martyrs
R.I.P
Iam never giving up no names
Iam
levels you haven't mastered yet
Walk the path of death
Calm men are those scorched
By the dragon's breath
Ammo kept by a valiant vet the plan is set
Feel
So this is for my classmates that are involved
The fucking flashlight got me fed up
You better give up when I'm rapping up
All this bitches just gone
see What this country's made of me Until yesterday I'd thought The best things in life are bought Strange when you're led by the nose Through
spirit will be with us for the rest of our lives
Whether your are me or Bill Clinton or you
Or Kurt Cobain or Bishop Tutu or Keith Richards
Or Aimee
My Journey
Composed By Richard Zhu
Lyrics By Richard Zhu
Promise I will make it right
Haven’t we just met
Why so difficult on yourself
You are
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
Good morning class bonjour la classe
Good morning teacher bonjour professeur
Are you awake today? Est-ce que vous êtes
Bien réveillés aujourd'hui?
We
getting on time to close"
"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said
"It's just that, now you're romanticizing some pain that's in you head.
You've got
bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
The voice of the unspoken
Atachie Richard Agbalenhrola
Lolovivi
L O L O V I V I
My Love
I woke up this dawn to submit my heart to you for
It's the motherfucking S to the I to the E-R-A-D-Z-A-N
You finally die, it's the- it's the motherfucking, it's the motherfucking
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
A lot of those people who thought I was crazy
Sent their draft cards back you know
It doesn't matter whether Richard Nixon
Wants to have an army
If are
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
the clip on my hip and
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Ooh, where did that .22 come from
When the bullet past through my lung?
I've lost my
the clip on my hip and
Just watch your back if you're slippin'
Ooh, where did that .22 come from
When the bullet past through my lung?
I've lost my
moments a Hustle
And everybody ain't gone love you
When it's harder to touch you
Ima G.A.N.G.S.T.A
C.R.I.P
Movin times 3
Out In D-wood
Where I'm livin all
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
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