Die neuesten Texte Meine Texte Topuser. There's two types of niggas in this world: Well, that's good, that's good when you make that paper but when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules too. All that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. 
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Well, that's good, that's good when you make that paper but when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules too. Report error in lyric. Now what are guns? The guns, that's the real estate.
Flatbush Zombies - Regular and Complex (GNB) lyrics
All that other bullshit that don't mean shit after you buy it. All f,atbush provided for educational purposes only. That is what it's all about, guns and butter baby! It's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know the shit you appreciate with value. Die neuesten Texte Meine Texte Topuser. Now what are guns?
All lyrics are property and copyright of their respective authors, artists and labels. You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter.
There's two types of niggas in this world: That is what it's all about, guns and butter baby! There's two types of niggas in this world: Now what are guns? You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter. It's stocks and bonds, flaybush, you know the shit you appreciate with value. Well, that's good, that's good when you make that paper but when you makin' paper you gotta learn some rules too.
Zombie Juice] Welcome to my world, visions like my mind On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here Still high like it's no fear, tip toe Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena Play my cards with a poker face Sometimes I feel like the only race Racing speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even A spades a spade, some other hoes but I live in the shade Palm trees pronto Bob Marley I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Cassius Put them in a casket, like the Taker on you haters, 21 O's Step up in the building, something like Elvis I'm bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh Mortal thought, living through all of y'all Treat this dlatbush like my only child, son of God Calculate my visions what I want is how I'm living You might win some, but you just lost one This beat here banging, Erick Arc son If you double cross you hit the floor Allen I.
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The guns, that's the real estate. It's stocks and bonds, artwork, you know the shit you appreciate with value.
There's two types of niggas in this world: Zombie Juice] Welcome to my world, visions like my mind On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here Still high like it's no fear, tip toe Like a ballerina, you can't see me, John Cena Play my cards with a poker face Sometimes I feel like the only race Racing speeding, still hungry like I ain't eating, call it even A spades a spade, some other hoes but I live in the shade Palm trees pronto Bob Marley I'm the dutch master, I'll box you boy like Cassius Put them in a casket, like the Taker on you haters, 21 O's Step up in the building, something like Elvis I'm bout to re-up this here better than my last, uh Mortal thought, living through all of y'all Treat this shit like my only child, son of God Calculate my visions what I want is how I'm living You might win some, but you just lost one This beat here banging, Erick Arc son If you double cross you hit the floor Allen I.
The guns, that's the real estate. Erick Arc Elliot] Some days are made for reminiscing Drug dealers with no product or pot to even piss in Permission by granted God we see a law Molecules, miniscule and regardless of who you are You a part of early stardom, I believe we all achieve In the eyes of martyrs, never a problem Hearts fall apart so I stitched mine Quick to choke a nigga, I be tryna bitch mine Shorty sweet like clementine I rap for the niggas that make beats but never get to shine, shine Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CD's I compose my sixteens before 88 keys The first time I did drugs it was making the beats MPC bang my head, it even haunts me in sleep Everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut See it when they coming, then I heat they ass up [Hook] [Verse 3: Email Passwort 30 Tage merken.
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