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You, I love you so much I can't deny how much I love you, yeah Alright, alright, that's enough Things ain't going... that shit Nigger this is simple, not complicated I can't be faded, I'm starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, out line Do your act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigger Front on me, I'll find, find, I'll find you There's no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for death than mark the coward ... like the... and fame You fuck around I make you... yourself like cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like david blaine I'm higher than... he's flying a plane No evaluation necessary, I'm insane The barrow that... hot air a sauna Bricks in the door panel causing... ... don corleone... mano a mano ... they call me the piano man I move the keys fuck the piano man Sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef I let it blow... and dump it ... niggers be talking all that jazz Letras de cancionesWhen they get down to the get down they ask That base so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun ... your ass out One line, one bar, I'll be on you so fast My night work like fresh out alcatraz I don't wanna play so I don't play fair You know it's not fair to stare at my... Yeah, I'm enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigger major I used to cut crack on my grand mama china And cook coke think I'm the chef from... Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When I'm tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say I'm sick, then tell me how I made it this far I lobe war, in fact, I'm the commander I want you to open the box of pandora I'll destroy you and everything you stand for Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Ratatac tac, ratatac tac, I never hesitate to put a nigger on his back You loose, cause I got the I'll street blues You loose, we'll see you on the 6 o'clock news Yeah, I'm a self-side nigger to the bone And when my niggers ain't around, I do it by myself Check my track record nigger, haha, 50 yeah That's cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit Wait till y'all hear the shit. From Letras Mania