Lyrics:
down and dirty and ready to get punched
By my microphone skills, you know I'm ready to kill
I am a lyrical master, and I'm paying the bills
One day I
with no problemo
Iceberg rabbits and the fox and more
Where I coped two more brought four for RZA
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
houses get built on sand
Some crumble to the earth but yet some still stand
Taller and stronger than on solid land
Trial by fire grows child to man
I
Check it out
Gainesville stand up man
Show support for your boy
Real shit coming straight from the Heart.
Man I'm about them bills
Get it how you live
My
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
ever wanted to fight
Now you never come to fly
We willl never understand
I feel better where I stand
Stand by
Stand by
Your side
La la la la la la la
'm from St. Louie
S.T.L. is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin' with flava (what up Mo?)
I'm just your neighbor, one of
St. Louis'
'll stand alone
I'm the man alone
I don't even know where my crew at
Ima stand alone
I'm the man alone
You ain't gotta wonder
Where woo at
Cuz
Things
'll stand alone
I'm the man alone
I don't even know where my crew at
Ima stand alone
I'm the man alone
You ain't gotta wonder
Where woo at
Cuz
Things
you're not about that life
Don't fuck with the team
Coz we put this money where our mouth is
They never understand it
I can never stand them
Five bills
no couple goals
Get up on these money goals and probably book a couple shows
But I get too distracted by these women I'm a walkin' rose
Certified
Gave you my heart
But you gave it back
I gave it to money it's not coming back
Don't have no time for the snakes and the rats
If I say I love you
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
thinkin' 'bout havin' no kids
Just thinkin' 'bout gettin' in it on and on and on and on and on
That's how I got where I'm at, right now
Lemme take it back,
the pain away
And get in my own zone where I want to be alone for solo
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
right (I hope your listening, right)
I still think of you every Sunday
No one can top your chicken and rice
Even through the darkness times
You held
common
Me and good old Bill
We both got holes down in our hearts
No one else can fill
I can feel him thank me every time that I pick him up to play
Me,
that doesn’t pay the bills
I’ve been blinded by lies, I’m searching for something that’s real
Let me show you how life is supposed feel
Quit with
stanzas (yea)
So I’ma just keep it candid (candid)
Where is the satisfaction? (tell me)
When your every single action
Is lacking an ounce of passion (an
on
God knows where I'm going to
Its a lonely burning question
I am, I myself alone
Realise I never nedd to use no-one
Money, power, holy roads,
the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like, "Where?" he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were stepping
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