Lyrics:
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away scott free
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away
Trade a day
In my shoes
car is repossessed
How does it feel to know that your life’s at threat
Get your shit together boy, your ass is in Debt
Got bills due
Ain’t got shit
space (Na)
Choppa hanging on me
Bullets to your face (Tu tu tu)
Put a milli in my case
Put a billi in wraith
Make it rain
Make it rain
Don't do cocaine
all your money then go broke
You know I support you
Ride with that pistol police catch you
Then gon adios you
Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and
Act
or placebo
Panacea egotistic people we don't see those
Reticence in the past, present tense in your grasp
If your meddling with advanced mathematics better not
your tone
I want my family back together, I just pray it don't be long (yeah)
I just put together this letter and stuck it in a song (ayy)
The ones
than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them faggots saying?
Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take 'em back to '94 shooing out a Astro van
And try ya
I'll move back in with Yaiyai.
My daughter, we named her Maureen.
Can you believe it?
(I never believed it, or her.)
Because she called
2329, Carolina buckin'
Shot a pussy nigga in his face, Miss Connie ain't say nothin'
Every time I'm in the section, pull up, and bless her with
don't think you seen it
Standing by mine, i'm river i'm phoenix
Secret, secret
Cyclops, nigga move on the plot
Psych ops, tryna fuck up my top
Mic's hot,
too clever, however
I own my own label
Partners with Scott Larock, he's on the turntable
And partner lee smith
I'm exercising a true gift just
Uh, pain
Uh, pain
Uh, pain
Uh
So big you are, shining like the star
With your head in the clouds 'til somebody shoot you down
Hands
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
with a cardboard box, in the manner preferred by famous singing christians.
Rhonda reaches inside the briefcase and locates her 'special atomic glasses'
(Ha-ha)
And he said Travis Scott's stole A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, "Keep goin'," they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law
come up in the dance in the ruff stylee
In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer
Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah
On the con-sole
I pull up with (Legitimate Dimes)
I'm not in your Top 5? (That's a Journalism Crime)
Chaz be the Name on My Credit Card (Swipe It)
Booty so big she
Man, fuck your nonsense
I got five senses
Bullshit ain't one, you cunt
So bye, bitch
I make spots hot with hiphop like Scott or Slipknot
You not
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
look in the mirror at the end of the day
You don't want my career
I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
These
Submit - It's ya life
Fight it ya life
Breath - No freeze
I got my hands - now get on ya knees
I got my palms to the sky - Get on ya knees
I got my hands
be ridin' shot gun escort your window broke out son
A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some
Soul in my bread basket gap contain "x" marks
Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest
Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby
Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin'
Chorus x2
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my lord
If the law men capture me
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