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taking away - ej3000 lyrics

ghetto m*th*f*ckers don’t like to pray
and her boyfriend was cluckin his life away
lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
i’m just staten facts, the whole worlds against us
praying for a shot to be lead astray
no stress, give my momma that gucci dress
it’ll be mad human deliciously, can’t completion
celph titled the gourmet chef ripple effect an
and like radio shack we’re all over the d*mn map
but i’ma take you back, way back, before rap
honies get macked when i’m, strapped for action
so you continue to sell and be a sap
gave into your gazes invitation in fact
just like the people they attract
omni on the scene early, 100 mile derby
soon to be back, where we wanna be
empower ya, in fact
don’t you know, your whole body banging baby
cuz i do the george jefferson oh so coldly
smile in my face, and act so friendly
there’s no one to save ya, not minor but major
who you hang with is who you are
it’s frustration, hate, negativity, depression and envy
i went through torture deadly styles i’m the author
but you know you need some, so what can you do?
or maybe touch you, cats wanted two from the crew
arranca para ya’ afuera y no te azomes ni por plaza
que por el lado a quien queres aconsejar ah!
its all love, so the h*ll what the money do
but unlike criminal justice win, lose, or draw
flex with the friends we no flex with the enemies
that’s when embers leap out, i sit produce the tendencies
tellin lies to my vision, i was given, enough time
the world is mine, and i’m intertwining with a dime
a legacy authentic we mentally did in enemies
i gots the light if you gots the time
i think i know too much! you don’t know sh*t!
don’t slip cause i’m strapped with this g*sh*t
light up the mic like a wu k!lla bee
i’m sitting large on a foreign, just like my dubs be
ah yeah, the peterman’s back in the thick of sh*t
make my first g before adding on the emcee
homies wanna come and give me that
uh, uh where the club at?
from our first date to our anniversary
struck like under siege 2, sentry caught injury
move through your district, slide with the biscuit
from our first date to our anniversary
i ain’t thinking of conversating i wanna be penetrating
rhyming on the mic like this is frustrating
yeah i see yo ass ridin’ dirty up my block
tick tock, where ya at? lookin at my clock
lyrically i’m nasty, like a chick that a bum’s dating
we flipping u*eys for hoochies, i’m watching you jock
expect to feel it with the forty*four, fold sh*t, k!llas gone
while she wax off, i get my wax on
from the jump on the sixth day
at home with your imagination runnin’ away
six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
y’all can’t smoke none anyway
cause my block
we got a burner doc!
and i, ?? ’em go
spittin that real sh*t ya know
redman, c.l. and pete rock
i was taught to get the doe
i’m gonnask these blue chick
they had a l!ck
same clothes, no bucks
walkin’ in my own white chucks
although i did explode quick
i couldn’t give fifty f*cks
woooo, let the bottles pop!
you shouldn’ta started what you can’t stop
dirt before the cleansing and dark before the view
couldn’t get enough of mine, try, but it’s tough to do
riding molten rock, i can flow non*stop
anamosity or frind asked out tried to get in
brand new sh*t from ill bill and necro exclusive come
i used to live in the same slum
baby could you drive while i l!ck yo’ pubical hairs?
no apologies or nothin, left my mother in tears
can’t look to the parents, cause they ain’t home
effortlessly destined to death, we all ears
girl where ya be when your not home?
in the danger zone to roam
when you’re daying to call
no reply at all
bring it back home
where i started to fall
money over b*tches, now that’s what’s up
pop * pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup
i’m the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes
some blessed be otherwise, they despise
all ya haters enter, mothaf*ckas get beret’ up
but something was wrong with this b*tch’s eyes
but listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
but i really don’t think, that they’re gonna be
my only color is green, i sip drank and lean
don’t want no bobby brown i want al green
never gonna fade me, that you wanna play me baby
i lean and get lit, lima bean 6
it ain’t so sippin’ in my pimpin’
evidence gets hidden judge and jury stay trippin
how do you flow? i never run out of breath
but they paid dues everytime they marked for death
rent collectin weenie weckin, big pimpin
i’m eager to learn, but i’m holdin’ my breath
i didn’t know that my own was so hungry
cus the feds around us, watchin us, ?gottis? is everybody’s laundry
it’s been a while and you can’t get a circuit dial
you can hate it i just take it and smile
who do you call when your kids get hungry
you’re new to the style that’s worth your while
that was the base of my happiness
tap tap soc check the sounds of the blackness
make the animal f*ck boy, and i ain’t barely up
slaps your mouth shut if you ever mention breakup
and we’ll beat your ass down with the quickness
i like a girl with caked up makeup
we strike right, b.d. got you on the eye
and bubble the pockets, i’m living to die
dime si tu quiere algo ma’
i’m ready to stop when you are
mane i’m gone ride and get high
i’m the extreme case of fire and anger
but i told you i’ma shine when its time to
people call the police but that’s all they can do
knightowl’s the one who started all this f*ckin bull sh*t
don’t slip cause i’m strapped with this g*sh*t
they got the hand stamp, now they want back in
see i’m on some other sh*t
cause i’m the type wihthout vanilla hype
the four fifteens basing like they hitting the pipe
drunken master comin’ through with an ill crew
yeah, i’mma take the loot, yeah, i’mma take the coup
gettin loose at a party and keepin the crowds hype
i can’t stop considering where i’ll be in a few

- ej3000 lyrics

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