Lyrics:
nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get, when your feet are touchin' (kid a nigga hungry, yeah, he one of ours)
P gunna,
You know what it ain't, you know what it is
(You know what it ain't
You know what it is)
Went from PBS Kids to VVS kids
(PBS kids to VVS kids)
Yeah,
lonely?
From a place and a time, that y'all forgot
But you wanna remember me cause my man got shot
Life is hard, so I gotta be strong
I gotta keep it right
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
strive for mine in due time
I got kids to raise and bills to pay that fugazi action miss me with that
Ima man about it all if I said it I meant it you can
music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban 'em)
You can't break me never made me
Busta soft ass beats this Outlaw style got a
Brother off
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
thorns, odd words
Crowds form bono got mono from John Snow
Oops, Rondo got blow from Morocco
Golly, look, "Cool Storm" by Bob Ross
Comfort food, good stogy,
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
Hillary Clinton is fuct, My bush is fuct, Tyra banks is fuct, you are fuct, Tom hanks is fuct, your shoes are fuct, my farts are fuct, shopping carts are
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob want a snack
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob got the pack
(Woo-ha)
What's the craps on the motherfuckin' fucked that line up?
Nice
You make
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
your body
Now Joe want to be like Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got
Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like
and where I was from
Then early one morning my daddy showed up
Lifelines, where would we be without lifelines
When we're lost at sea the devil's got you
the first line when I pray
I know life is never fair so i play by my rules
Got my head up in the sky now I move like I'm flawless
Tom's got too much pride
rap
When I came I was ready a full pack
Told you rappers I got 9 lives in my luggage
But you can never let the cat out of my bag
You think you go
the terms
Or you'll be eaten by worms
No you can't be reborn
This is all about life keep calm
They're so fake like a sitcom
They hate when I set calm
Got
was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some more fire
Who is you kiddin
I'm not a kid
Told smoke good riddance
But that you can
too real for TV stupid me
Only talked to TMZ 'cause I wanted niggas to see the suit was Dries
How the fuck they gon' cancel you?
When you got two
Just another area
That shows I got soul
I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for
Lord Finesse and Blastmaster KRS-One
Lyrical styles weigh a ton
Lord Finesse, we know you got skills
Come into the cypher and build
Chill out, all
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