Lyrics:
their flesh lookin beat up,
and my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup,
he opened up his jacket, i opened up my packet,
he
Bunch of bad bitches thats down to jump ship
One fifth drunk with a bunch of bad bitches thats down to jump ship
Got your man in my DM bitch
He go
of those who are kin
Hold me back by moving in
I know I wont be duped again
My boot will send you off flyin
Could careless if you out cryin
False dreams I’m
to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Killah]
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all didn't know I had
yeah ok, you got us
But we’d be singing different songs if you came here without guns
“Ahem, those were fathers, not sons. We are not our parents.”
Bullet-Proof Vest
Protection is a Must in this city try to adjust
The dangers in every corner be careful in who you Trust
I find myself surrounded by Demon's in
one of them pretty rappers
Buck if I really have to, I really slap you
King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after (what?)
Scandalous partners
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
the fact I'da gone far
& I coulda made it a million times, time & time put my heart on the line
Jump up & run at the sound of the gun, thanking God the race
I tell them that I'm all about that music
Then stare at me like I'm the one who's foolish
Im out here working, my friends be betting on me
Thinking
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
we run up this guns to stomach style
Got to flaunt it now
Nigga who want it blawgh
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Ride for this
Where my niggas at get high
Who made this beat?
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your
Got a big house with a green lawn
Got a cigar full of neon
Like my ho cold and my tea warm
Close his casket he look deformed
I got bitches on my dick
I
a competition, who’s keepin' score
Just as you’re named I find peace by the river
When I’m kissin' on you I really catch a nice shiver
Aye Cupid pull another arrow
cigar
Shorty rather lay by the pool side
Than stay by a fool's side
Been sleepin' on yourself too long
Time to flip the pillow over to the cool side
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
grass-sick
They'll founder, fain, they'll die
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan?
By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey?
It is,
Trying to set the sucker by lying
Or they bluff it, and if its
Back is turned, then jump it
So pump it out...
Business as usual
System never
Cole, Mariah
Turn off that Michael Buble
Turn on that one movie about the kid who licked the telephone pole on the Blu-ray
Red Ryder BB-Gun, stayin' up
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
I smile like its gonna be okay
Life works
When you jump in
And you don't wait
Been hurt
Hurt those I love
In the worst way
Ain't perfect
But who
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
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