yeah i know you're not supposed to do this...well prolly not
and it'll get deleted...
but i wanted to know if y'all liked this...if so i'm gonna record it and put it on here
If i had a million wishes...i start with a million more
greedy mothafucka tryin to have a million stores/
have Beyonce eatin out my fiance in bed
my fiances lickin J-Lo...and J-Lo givin me head/
on they period...i wouldn't have to tell hoes what they lips fo
drive a big body so large it'll have it's own zip code/
buy every mansion, and fill em with folks from the projects
then end turf funkin over inanamite objects/
get bomb sacks on the daily...burn and em leave em ashes
walk back to my past and kick all my teachers asses/
and while i'm at, to make sure the jigginess stops
i'd outlaw bullets so we never lost biggie and pac/
get my city to stop lettin police beat po' kids
and justice wouldn't be what the number one joke is/
i'd change it so weed never made me lose my focus
near death...i'd bring full life back to whoevers closest/
resurect my father..so we could smoke a blunt toghether
fireplace in the winter...and some shade in sunny weather/
a album that came steeped in a piece of history
so as soon the game leaks...i'm seakin a victory/
open...have tracks for smokin from Newark to Oakland
knowin my spoken words...leave speakers bruised up and broken/
i'll make it so i'm the emcee little kids hope to be
then get a million beats off khayree becuse he's dope to me/
I'll no longer end the talks about my dreams with hopefully
always got my lips on Mary J like half of Jodeci.../
wait a minute...that would show intententions of me quittin weed
when i'm gon have cheech marin and redman with me hittin trees /
create a cool vacinity... kick out all of the snitches
get ridda of the millionaires and divvy up all of their riches/
I slash mash and bicker with mad cash to deliver
and after I dick her I'll turn trina back to a stripper/
get Barry Sanders to un-retire and sign to the 49ers
and while i'm at it combine North and South Carolina/
make Al Sharpton the president...bring Jesus back to life
and the odds are stacked heavily...he'll immediately grab a mic/
i get blasted twice i'll continue the cypher in the after life
my rapid eye movement would create illusions of rappadise/
a place where emcees all got custom beanies
and cars were equipped for playin MP3's on CD's/
we quit eatin junk food...instead created beat despensers
and the world was made of studio equipment with free adventures/
SO I JUST SIT AND I PRAY AND I WONDER BOUT LIFE
IF WE LIVE WHAT WE SAY WHY ISN"T THERE PARADISE
BUT I GIVE AND I KNOW THO IT'S MANIFEST IS SUBTLE
THAT MY PAINS NOT IN VAIN AS I SPEAK OF THE STRUGGLE
AS I SIFT AND I SORT SNORTIN MEMORY LINES
ACTIVATION OF MY PATIENCE READIN REMEDIES MIND/
I REMEMBER THEY WOULD SAY...LIFE WILL NEVER BE FINE
I JUST LAUGH, CUS I'M STICKIN BY MY WISHES THIS TIME/
and it'll get deleted...
but i wanted to know if y'all liked this...if so i'm gonna record it and put it on here
If i had a million wishes...i start with a million more
greedy mothafucka tryin to have a million stores/
have Beyonce eatin out my fiance in bed
my fiances lickin J-Lo...and J-Lo givin me head/
on they period...i wouldn't have to tell hoes what they lips fo
drive a big body so large it'll have it's own zip code/
buy every mansion, and fill em with folks from the projects
then end turf funkin over inanamite objects/
get bomb sacks on the daily...burn and em leave em ashes
walk back to my past and kick all my teachers asses/
and while i'm at, to make sure the jigginess stops
i'd outlaw bullets so we never lost biggie and pac/
get my city to stop lettin police beat po' kids
and justice wouldn't be what the number one joke is/
i'd change it so weed never made me lose my focus
near death...i'd bring full life back to whoevers closest/
resurect my father..so we could smoke a blunt toghether
fireplace in the winter...and some shade in sunny weather/
a album that came steeped in a piece of history
so as soon the game leaks...i'm seakin a victory/
open...have tracks for smokin from Newark to Oakland
knowin my spoken words...leave speakers bruised up and broken/
i'll make it so i'm the emcee little kids hope to be
then get a million beats off khayree becuse he's dope to me/
I'll no longer end the talks about my dreams with hopefully
always got my lips on Mary J like half of Jodeci.../
wait a minute...that would show intententions of me quittin weed
when i'm gon have cheech marin and redman with me hittin trees /
create a cool vacinity... kick out all of the snitches
get ridda of the millionaires and divvy up all of their riches/
I slash mash and bicker with mad cash to deliver
and after I dick her I'll turn trina back to a stripper/
get Barry Sanders to un-retire and sign to the 49ers
and while i'm at it combine North and South Carolina/
make Al Sharpton the president...bring Jesus back to life
and the odds are stacked heavily...he'll immediately grab a mic/
i get blasted twice i'll continue the cypher in the after life
my rapid eye movement would create illusions of rappadise/
a place where emcees all got custom beanies
and cars were equipped for playin MP3's on CD's/
we quit eatin junk food...instead created beat despensers
and the world was made of studio equipment with free adventures/
SO I JUST SIT AND I PRAY AND I WONDER BOUT LIFE
IF WE LIVE WHAT WE SAY WHY ISN"T THERE PARADISE
BUT I GIVE AND I KNOW THO IT'S MANIFEST IS SUBTLE
THAT MY PAINS NOT IN VAIN AS I SPEAK OF THE STRUGGLE
AS I SIFT AND I SORT SNORTIN MEMORY LINES
ACTIVATION OF MY PATIENCE READIN REMEDIES MIND/
I REMEMBER THEY WOULD SAY...LIFE WILL NEVER BE FINE
I JUST LAUGH, CUS I'M STICKIN BY MY WISHES THIS TIME/