are you ready to crawl on bloody skinned knees to the sound of bullets and bombing in the seas are you ready to fall from your safe perch up high to
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moving slow I'm all about the money What the fuck you think I do it for? Bitch don't act like you don't know I'm killing all these rap niggas Custom
south, Jamaica but the cops And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z better stop quelling And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Crawl
remanded behind bars bizarre grand jury endightment, lifetime sentence, stash my coke in they bra the hustl-ar, ya'll custom-ar's posted up on Broadway in a custom
holy fuck, don't move! First thing you gotta fuckin do is do not move! We need to get you out the house before you fuck my shit up!" I had to crawl through
'd like to eat her like ice cream, Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work, In your Volvo, suit and tie We'll be crawling in your
me See now in the ghetto or should I say, "Lakewood" You better be strapped 'cause them niggaz over there just ain't good Just being a hustler, servin' the loyal customers
lot Guaranteed to hit the spot Or I'm not Thenardier Drinkers Gissa glass a' rum Landlord, over here! Thenardier [To himself] Right away, you scum [To customer
upon the heavens The sky cracks wide open Storm clouds filled with lightning As thunder is rolling Day of judgement on us The white dogs come crawling
chillin' in the herb gate But seven days too much when the gossip has to circulate Puffin' sensemilla, I heard knock, knock, knock But the way that they knocked it did not sound like any cop And if it were a customer
, itching and after the blow You incognito, while passing that lil' package of dro I know I'm not a hustler, also I'm not a customer I'm also not a
drunk all having a party ya'll At a house where they had a party ball At the end of the night I could hardly walk at all Said fuck that and I started to crawl
He's peeling his banana while roasting your nuts You've got to get your gums around his plums He's going to modify your attitude And customize your crawl
Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop a
I may not seem your ideal When you look into my eyes I don't smoke, don't tell jokes I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you Out on the
't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now 40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga You a customer, and I love
all In her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk And now they're drawing blood for the grownup test Something crawls beneath her
