wall) I'll repair for you (every nail, bolt and screw) Your washer's busted and your faucet drips all night You got some termites with a healthy appetite Well
slime was under the building So they packed up their group, got a grip, came equipped Grabbed they Proton packs off their back and they split Found about Vigo, the master
has could never be bought and I think him and call him a dove/ Plus he love Allah, and plus the Son, and I know that he love me as well/ My name is glory
But won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this master plan? Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man Hey, you want some work? Well, partner
It's all mo thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo thug, it's all mo', mo' thug Oh, well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin' that pistol and fetch
haters No more lies, they can't fade us Why they wanna test, now you rockin' with the best And my whole fam fam is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master
minded, I'll squeeze ya blindly Body parts deteriorated when they find ya Here's your death certificate, might as well sign it The ending, I'm the reaper
in half, now it's a parenthesis Crazier than crazy, ape shit, retardedly stupid I put that weed in an uhh and pass it Yep thats ally oopin, okay Oh, thats your girl Well I don't give a master
broads over niggas Business over broads See business equals money, and money's over all I'm tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows Well
broads over niggas, but business broads See business equals money, and money's over all I'm tryna move momma, from the ghettos to the meadows Well she
Well hello. gee, I can't believe you're here with me. Oh, I've wanted to see you alone for so long. Where did you learn to do all that? Oh, c'mon over
Verse one I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz Got stories to tell, I be blasin't on these bitch niggaz Servin' well, and the company I keep, be
time Bein' my bloodline is one with the divine In time brotha, you will discover the light Some say that God is black and the devil's white Well, the
, say, say, what?s ha'nnin, mama? Hey, hey, you a rapper's delight With the thick luxurious thighs I been after yo? *** since I been *** with Grand master
I say more? I see more, I see more Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght and play Yatzee Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly Who's the master
thinking throughout this whole flight Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long Because I know fine well
thing that they be yappin It's utterly bologna so I'm Muslim to these rappers Fuck yappin they lucky we don't clap em And have them people leakin like they're CD isn't mastered
call the good life When it comes to the city versus the country life Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife Breakfast with the master in