Lyrics:
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
baby
Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy
If its 2 tricks I want 80, these cool kids going crazy
You rocking with the most shady, keep
a steep nose hammer on a four foot switch handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross tie and it split
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
the doctor told her sister of the two options she had to survive; she had to let the child die for her to live or let the child live for her to die. It was
coincide
When two worlds collide
Glimpsing in your eye
Heartfelt surprise
You were the one to make me realize
You are one of a kind
You are something that I
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
and drinks and they both be getting mixed
So if I lose who I love ima take it on the chin
And if she's
My type I won't let her slide by, and there's
Two girls
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
Hey, I'm in a whip
Way I be whippin' the whip seem like I was drinkin' a fifth
But it ain't that kind of liq, she lickin' and drivin' the stick, she
a few months after you broke up with him
And then two and a half years passed by
When we split up I never even cried
Not even once
And that indifference
my fists until my knuckles split
There's peace in crossing that line
A stroke that paints for my kind
I think I'm losing it all
Insane I'm finally
I'm in my winning era
Drinks by the riviera
This a passion
I'm about to cash in
Vowing to you I'll take care of
If this is a ticket it's one way
I'm
If you’re not paying close attention
Dove Cameron might convince you that she
Can be in two places at once
In the past six years, the 23-year-old
to build, this is time to build
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name
Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves
Cause Ja
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
count a mil' by hand, I'm exhausted
Since we against all odds, bro, you can keep all yours
Shit, we gon' split all mines, forever throw my fours
We
the first nigga to kick
Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split
I couldn't quit, trying to peep out the privates
The live shit, you know how loose I
straight up KILLER!
My apologies, it's not very God of me
To go crazy and try to teach the whole world "Sickology"
I was then split in two, back
a picture of what's waiting for you on the shore
You all get to be slaves
Split up, sold off, and worked to death
A hundred years later…you're fucked
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