Lyrics:
you with a passion
By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick
Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey,
you with a passion
By now they should realize I'm not the average rap chick
Ain't nuttin they could do now to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey,
the corner where that ho
Said that hit kat
Short dress, head and that bizac
You know me with my thumb in my index
Nah, I ain't bloodin' nigga
Pass blunts to my
mornin'
I met up with Beck Morgan
You know that day I didn't get to work on time
And in the days of my December
I know I will remember
Sowin' oats
after alice in her wonderland
Wondered in the room and she was with another man shortly
After she said eat this and drink that
Next thing I knew my head
I'll be that one
I won't ever call you
Won't ever be seen with you
Except to be right here at your beck and call
When its time for you to tell me
and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
know your Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no
shot him with my shooter,
Said: BANG BANG BANG
Then the sucker just laughed 'n said:
Bozzio: Oh, put it away . . .
You know, I ate her all up .
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole.
II. Total Mass Retain
Anderson/Squire
My eyes convinced, eclipsed with
Michael Jack
Boutta snap snap snap
Keep that thing tucked like a strap
No need for the vest only head taps
Bout to put my city on the map
Call me a G like
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
need creds
Me and milly breaking heads
Fuck your feelings don't need creds
Air a nigga what he said
I'm off the smoke
The ami is hitting my head
Assault
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Pontius comes to kill the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance, with
My hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head
could be one of these or so many many more
Always at the beck and call of shame
I'm thankful I was called by love
To walk among the happy
But if not for
play it till I'm dead
Like a synthesizer sequencer
I've got it in my head
Singing ah ah yuppy digital deck
Johnny Cash, Jupiter, 24 track
Anyone
think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be done
With all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I
think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning to be done
With all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I
that goes by no rules
Click clack and it's over you dead
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
It's in my blood I love killin you fools
Hey,
always thrashing around
'Til I figure it out and then I choke
I cannot let my feelings keep-keep hijacking my brain
They've got a gun against my head
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