Lyrics:
is all black when I'm makin' the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin' a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut
to the corner till that blue van come up; my hands is cuffed, uh
Whose fingers stay numb from rollin' up
Who finger f***s chicks till they throwin' up
Whose
(brr, bah)
Quarter-million layin' in the cut, rubber-band it up (Stove)
It ain't shit to talk about, nigga, the damage is done
All that Jeff Van Gundy
apart
What about those whose rights aren't respected
A nation of youth dejected
It's time to rethink this dream you call American
Corrupt beliefs,
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
and turned by the transvestite's dance
It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man
If you want to run I understand
The night dies on a daily basis
The solar orbit
Whose up there whose up there
Skippa come out of that
Birdies by flockin' in
These shorties be jockin' me
Niggas can't copy us
These is floppy disk
I just
always been the s**t but just been held back by constipation
My concentration is on a higher elevation
While other n****s lack it with they minds
someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick
Someone whose smile is bright enough to make the projects feel like a mansion
Must be nice
Having
is a fortress
Whose walls don't fall down time to time?
But every last brick of resolve turns to rubble
As soon as they're looking at mine
Oh I don't
hungry to ever fall behind
But one thing that's always on my mind
Is knowing if I ever do need help
I got friends whose families treat me like family
one whose all alone.
The fact about fiction is that it's always in your head.
So let it all go just what you don't know is I'd pick you,
Yeah, I'd pick
is loose and she's calling me Kong
You know I'll go green whenever It's on Like
It's off to the races, try to keep a pace an
Bucking like a horse will
about a rap god, he's the best
Tell Eminem that he is sweeter
Word in my mouth, a street preacher
Home
Love it when your presence feels like
Feels like
a total nuclear honey
Whose parents have got plenty of money
My first impression condescension followed by utter depression
Is this girl a nightmare
your face, 'fore I do it
My hook and jab like a Botox
Yo bitch is lookin' at me
She wet just like where the boats are
Marty Byrde is my name
I stash my
the fact that America was able to pass three amendments to the document in a span of five months is incredible. It must be said, however, that the Southern
meet me
It's absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I'm the answer on the low, I'm
just jumps right through.
I do it by your nail's light
But nothing comes, it's true.
And I'm caught in a pipe
To smoke my own limbs off.
And I
They shot that old lady
'cause they thought she was a witness
to a crime she didn't even see
Whose home is the home of the brave by the Statue
the story again and again
Of how it all got started way back when
The monument is right in your face
Sit and listen for a while to the name of the place
to stab me in the back
So I'm aiming for the head
Cuz you don't even see it coming
Then you're already halfway dead
They be tryna catch you by surprise
So
Freezing for future who will listen when
The star by whose light you splash page
After page with ink will explode but that's
Not true it will fizzle and wink
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