Lyrics:
what I feel is mayhem brings.
You see us on the block; we doing our thuggin'; the gottie
Got the whole cap wondering who the fuck shottie.
Lookin' for
just
To hear you be honest
Nothing but raw emotion is what I'm wanting
It's like you're ain't coming from the heart
Are we lost, where's the spark i
a year went by so fast
Time to see - What we have - Time to see
Turn the projector on
First shot Roger
With the Fender guitar he just got out of hock
negative
What happens when you steer black folk away from negative
Not to mention check the charts, killin' 'em
Devil be a member, Biz-Mark, Will
to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
ohh what I feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
Got
keep doing what you're doing, And the cheers will get more loud (Yeah)
Just keep doing what you're doing, And you'll make your mama proud (Yeah)
Just
what you're doing, it doesn't matter what it is
Somebody is interested in everything
Anything you can be interested in, you'll find others will
But
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
to realize that judgment day is about to begin
Everyone who disobeyed the universe will get what is coming
Submitted to the government you'll have
fun but
But to see the stuff you're doing today, proper man, you what I mean?
Thinking man's definitely blessed to see how the whole thing's come
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
So, you can live in the reason
Don't believe what you don't see
And ignorance is bliss
But, I'm doing it all for me
I'm doing it all for me
Wanderlust
will view after the next hour or so
So next time before you get sucked in
Think if you can be more productive
How are you doing on your eighty-year plan
destitute
So chances are I don't remember you if I slept with you
You want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetables
City of God, I'm askin' what would
cry for Jesus
I’m the T-H-E-R-Z, a different type of G shit
Don’t care ‘bout what you’re doing, I’m feeling like a boss
Can’t stop the way I’m moving, I
to Razor, those are coward ways
Maybe that shit was complex for their brains
So now they want me calling names,
How can I do that when you change your names?
the middle night- bitch)
I'm still wondering what's the deal
I'm still wondering what's the deal
Are you for real
out the mud, it won't be no surprise
Leave my mark on the game, yeah I'm tryna vandalize
You know we get up hungry for that money each and every day
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Those kilo's came we give you
anyone
Bitch, bow fucking down
Or you might not see the sun again
I'm the trillest rapper you will
Ever see from 5-6-1
Only busters that be hatin' are
done wrong
I’m just doing what I like to do (What I like)
Doing what I like to do (What I like)
I’m just doing what I have to do (No time for you)
I
ready to get live
What's up
I just wanna
Party with the ladies in the building
Throw you hands up
Are you ready to get live
I wanna
On your mark
On your
comfortable, I'll be counting back from five, I just want why
Relax, and just think of nothing.
[three farts in succession]
Gary phelps: are you gonna keep doing
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
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