Louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin (Murphy Lee) Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial When at home in St.
Lunatics) 2x S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast Lyrics boastin with flava, what up mo, I'm just your neighbor, what up St.
(Ali) You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick mutilating Son ain't so nothin shady, kid pass me the three-eighty By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'm a rock and roll it My business, you shouldn't told it, ya head I'm a forty-fo' it These guns will just go and they show that, your pupils is dialating This rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratings The 'Tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related More than just duplicated, Kenyatta's to celebrated Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated Just call me the Don-dotta, original rider, rider Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here "splatter, splatter" Splatter, splatter, I'm from St.
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