Lyrics:
you fucking
Female, you ain't a hero, speaking of them; R.I.P to Rik Mayall, look
Oh my God, another one, does this motherfucker stop?
No he don't, no
Tomorrow will be dying.
We can learn
From the past
But those days are gone
We can hope for the future
But there may not be one
The words stuck in my mind
My Lady; ..........the usual Stuff
Our Mistakes are Many; but without You it's Tough
Lately; Henny im Glas;
Hoff' Du hast Dein Spaß
You can
like Phyliss
You a bitch
Pop yo ass Dennis the Menace
I look in the mirror like you tryna fight my nigga
Started punching and kicking and now my
get high and forget it
Get higher than Dennis
Drive by in a Civic
Got pounds yeah we hid them
Spin again confirming the killing
Condoning the killing
that?
In the crib that you livin' at, you
Only got men on ya wall
Where are all the women at?
I been could scrap, and you a decent height
But if my fists
All day, I disrespect the dead, like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't
exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fall
Cause we living in denial, but these lessons are vital
When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice
All wrote books in the sixties all funded by the club of rome and the bilderberg group
On record but ignored a world economic forum fellow MIT professor
all on tv
Driving up Golf Link road damn near hit a deer
Lil moma head all In my lap I'm just trying to steer
Fly shit louie V to T lil moma hoe gear
drawn
Since we in Philly and all
My friends are dead
I choose to walk around wit' my Uzi on
You talkin' "Bars is back"
Nigga I had bars back when
Biggie
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
for you
All my thoughts have been robbed and -
Instrumental
Instrumental
I- I can't do this no more
I can't do this to myself
And I won't be the same
drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate
or her.
The breaker, the taker, money-maker, never a faker;
My lyrics are built like Schwarzenegger.
So all my competition gets destroyed.
You need
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
On your fathers, Abraham and Isaac, before you
Indeed, your Lord is all-knowing, all-wise
Indeed, in Joseph and his brothers there are proofs, evidences,
you're in the dark
I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart
I feel so out of sea
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel
instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't have to bump
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
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Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
I just don't age, I just don't age
Still rapping like I'm in the Stone Age
When we'd pass the mic and rip all day
Instrumentals on replay
If we seen
were decoy
Falling to the depths of hell where all my dreams are a void
You make the same song they jumping for joy
I don't care if you got salt numbers
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