I flow like the blood on a murder scene
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
I flow like the blood on a murder scene
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
I C.R.E.A.M
No response while I bomb that ass
You ain't shit, your wack ass town had you gassed
lol
"while satanic man now hang in his dorm. I slang on you fake radio personalities, boost your ratings, with hypes behind casualties."
Q-Tip did the "labels" thing on mobb deep's Infamous before gza on drink away the pain (situations)
Tommy Hil was my nigga, and others couldn't figure
How me and Hilfiger used to move through with vigor
Had to sit and plan on how to make these seven figures
Said a Brinks is coming through,*at Fashion Avenue
At Tuesday at two, now we gotta form a crew
Of motherfuckers, who ain't going out like suckers
Told me call Karl Kani, and all my other brothers
I told my sister Walker, who was the smoothest talker
Negotiate the deal with them other money stalkers
Diesel drove the the beemer, the hatchback of course
Nautica'll navigate to keep us on course
Polo's acting bolo trying to say he the Boss
I said shut the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is on the top so you know he living Eiffel
Took the aim of Oswald,*caught him North in the Face
All them other kids they had they tools aimed at space
Levi had the snub so you know they getting laced
Donna Karan was crying, cause mad shells was flying
Damn all we want is a piece of the pie and
Nike scooped the sacks cause he moves like Air
Threw them shits up in the trunk now we up out here
Got back to the mansion, to divvy up the paper
Helly Hansen was the brain of the whole entire caper
So she felt it was right, for her to get the whole slice
Everybody in the crew didn't think it was nice
I guess not, and*Guess was hot, so guess what
Guess took the jigga, and jigged her in the gut
For a guy who claims to be a genius I can't believe that he spit "I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink" smh
Posts by The Hound are signed TH.
Quoting ≠ Agreement.
"fuck wutang corp"
"I know that after my death a pile of rubbish
will be heaped on my grave, but the wind of
History will sooner or later sweep it away
without mercy."
- Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili
It's so hard to escape the gunfire
I wish I could rule it out like an umpire
But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist
Only the players change
'his teachings were couched with the most vigorous words, once he threw them out vibrations triggered the birds
another words - the reason the jewel was so precious
no tact, policy or persuasion in his message'
his tongue was a liquid sword that swung loosely
his eyes two fire places beneath his kufi
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