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Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't
worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
Blow indo out
tha window, of my Limo
Sleepin, with my heat in my pillow
I really don't give a damn, who
you are
Understand that you dealin wif a shootin star
Competition, never heard of
it
But I hit permanent, did I murder it?
Afermative
The urban kid, learnin quick,
about earnin grib
Got more 8 ball than a pool tournament
Swearvin and burbin still
cadillacin
Still pack tha mackin, still bout no rappin
Drop like Geronimo, got
porono-flow
You are bit too young, but your mama know
I'm pit-fisious, never
fake-tisious
In this, cause MC's so delicious...
(Chorus x2)
[Carlos
Coy]
Like Mexican, get revenge
Never stop settin trends
To tha level of
excellence
Still stackin dead presidents
It's evident, I'm Texas sent
Who plex get
proper measurment
No refery, sellin cheese
Enemies, Memories
Yes sir'y, rest in
peace
Been that way for centuries
Set chemistry, I'm blessin fiends
We the men of
empty dreams
My every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried
jackin me
Alotta fun that'll be...
(Chorus x2)
White postah, steak and
lobster
Sautay shrimp, five fif and sauces
Craw fish, sausage, even austrage
Why test
one from tha crack monters?
Crunshes of the world of lobstas
My nina ross does wonders
with tha crossas
Balas don't care, whatcha call us
Livin cautious, takin no loses
All
my whole office, got no accompliss
Tha thought of bosses makes me nautious
Promised mom
this time it's honest
Drop hit's and make lagidimate profits
Knowledge from tha street
college
Reach for tha top, just watch tha copers
Imposter hate true Mobbstas
Cuz we
lost trust and we all bust...
(Chorus x2 |
