Lyrics:
to be.
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
dogs' bones
Could be the work of a monster
Or a team of heroes
Is it a question of if we're evolving
Or wasting time on the wrong problem that we should
It feels like the death of me
How did we get here
It seems that I've seen much better than this year
I'm drowning from the added weight
Weighed down
black and black, yo
And kills another?
An ignorant sucker that isn't
Labelled as a brother but another
So now it's time we evolve
And get together
caught up in the purse
Told her I'm way too busy putting in that work
Work, work, work
Puttin' in that work
Puttin' in that work
Been puttin' in that work
the average though
Jet you through the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't so lovely
On the blood-soaked
dastardly deeds that YOU do, dummy
Despite your degradations, +Dialect+ distributed by disc
$12.95 for record and $10.95 for tape
E - E is for
To death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
To death, death
em up with the word of the wise
I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck
I spark the light
could you date a bitch that always fucking lies and shit
Running round shutting down all this damn work
For some virus shit none of it even real
It's
Some work in tonight
You couldn't be a better player than me
Even if you fucked everyday of the week
I know you think you got it like that
But peep
I be
until the death of my toll
Putting work be the goal til the wheels don't roll
Whether solo or whole stroll, I go toe to toe
Gotta know the ledge if you
Come from or where you goin', sucker
So I'll work the grave shift to
Keep my head on tight
Stayin' out of sight and dodgin'
All these would-be fights
Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
when you knock a new one, let your pockets get fatter
A player's style is this one, and if I don't diss one
Sucker in this rhyme, I'm a diss by
Real rock star
Bitch I don't fuck with lames
(What you talking bout?)
cin't no fun when it's all work no play
(Such a dull boy)
Milk and honey
the spiders
And was left with the mosquitoes
But these blood suckers leave a bump
Those blood suckers always want to free-load
Yo, who's that peeking in my key
for real
It's like that for real
What! this is it right here!
Who say they fuckin with this!
Scratch live run deep!sucker ass niggas!
G-unit d-block!
me blood-thirsty
And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy
So remember that if you want to act like a sucker
Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad,
me blood-thirsty
And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy
So remember that if you want to act like a sucker
Don't ever make me mad cause I'm a bad,
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
Nowadays my broski don't see me
So that's my bro, my fam, my killy
Everyone wants to work on road
No wonder these flows are sounding drilly
Told bro that
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
tapes, now
Lemme go an' hit that cup, one time 'fore a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give me anything that make shit go slow
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