The Ropes Songtext
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The Ropes Songtext
We all gon′ die anyway
Never Too Different
We all gon' die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon′ die anyway
Fuck what it is
My temper shorter than buses I went into
Nothing is new except bunches of revenue
Late to the party who gave me this edible?
She put her hand on my back
I'm throwing it up
My gut filled up like it was my cup
My blood is dark as the guts of the blunt
My lungs are working too much
My body looking for early retirement
I put the hoes in the truck like a fireman
I am in pain
I go numb for the platinum
Then ima die for the diamond
I am in pain
I go numb for the platinum
Then ima die for the diamond
I am in pain
In the rain with a cold vein
Cocaine white, with the face with blood drain
1 train
'Cause I put everybody one track
Thumbtack
′Cause the paper where I stuck at
Fuck that
Dunking them under it like a blood bath
Used to hide the money under the rug as a rug rat
Tommy and Chucky
But laundering money
I′m buying a flight
Put the cunt in the country
That rapper's a joke
And he know he a joke
And I′m cracking a joke
And I'm finding it funny ′cause
We all gon' die anyway
We all gon′ die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon' die anyway
Back to two-stepping through hell and back
Ain't break a sweat, just sat and had some tea
As above I do it so below and cause calamities
Got as many fucks to give as the limbs that′s on an amputee
Name always in they mouth
Just like a cavity die gradually
Pussy boy
I can′t be bothered with peasantry so just kill the noise
Can't bring my Glock when I′m
Overseas so I'm swinging swords
Off too much drugs you′ll get high
From the fumes leaking out of my pores
Rally up my goons like he sloth this K
Leave your ass deformed
Unload the magazine
Walk up in your crib my gun lower the capacity
Uh, yeah, I do just as I please
Punch his head and make him say
"Uh!" just like he was Master P
A- A- anybody want it they get it I go dumb
Every mothafucka knowin' I do it, it′s no fun
Bitch I pull up on 'em wavin' a choppa they go run
Couple milli in the bank and a crib and I′m not done
Got ′em stunned
In a minute better get my pesos
Lay low
Money on his head like a halo
Pussy talk back
And he wonder where his face go
Big bad wolf
And the mothafuckin prey hoe
Hey hoe
Blocked that bitch
Like a jane doe
I don't know her
And I never did say so
Where the fuck the beat go
Yeah
Killa from the land of the cloud
I′m stepping out the cut we get to buck what the fuck you do now
Bitch I walk into the function no one makin' a sound
And if a bitch ever do you dirty lift your head and your crown
We all gon′ die anyway
We all gon' die anyway
Never Too Different
We all gon' die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon′ die anyway
Fuck what it is
My temper shorter than buses I went into
Nothing is new except bunches of revenue
Late to the party who gave me this edible?
She put her hand on my back
I'm throwing it up
My gut filled up like it was my cup
My blood is dark as the guts of the blunt
My lungs are working too much
My body looking for early retirement
I put the hoes in the truck like a fireman
I am in pain
I go numb for the platinum
Then ima die for the diamond
I am in pain
I go numb for the platinum
Then ima die for the diamond
I am in pain
In the rain with a cold vein
Cocaine white, with the face with blood drain
1 train
'Cause I put everybody one track
Thumbtack
′Cause the paper where I stuck at
Fuck that
Dunking them under it like a blood bath
Used to hide the money under the rug as a rug rat
Tommy and Chucky
But laundering money
I′m buying a flight
Put the cunt in the country
That rapper's a joke
And he know he a joke
And I′m cracking a joke
And I'm finding it funny ′cause
We all gon' die anyway
We all gon′ die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon' die anyway
Back to two-stepping through hell and back
Ain't break a sweat, just sat and had some tea
As above I do it so below and cause calamities
Got as many fucks to give as the limbs that′s on an amputee
Name always in they mouth
Just like a cavity die gradually
Pussy boy
I can′t be bothered with peasantry so just kill the noise
Can't bring my Glock when I′m
Overseas so I'm swinging swords
Off too much drugs you′ll get high
From the fumes leaking out of my pores
Rally up my goons like he sloth this K
Leave your ass deformed
Unload the magazine
Walk up in your crib my gun lower the capacity
Uh, yeah, I do just as I please
Punch his head and make him say
"Uh!" just like he was Master P
A- A- anybody want it they get it I go dumb
Every mothafucka knowin' I do it, it′s no fun
Bitch I pull up on 'em wavin' a choppa they go run
Couple milli in the bank and a crib and I′m not done
Got ′em stunned
In a minute better get my pesos
Lay low
Money on his head like a halo
Pussy talk back
And he wonder where his face go
Big bad wolf
And the mothafuckin prey hoe
Hey hoe
Blocked that bitch
Like a jane doe
I don't know her
And I never did say so
Where the fuck the beat go
Yeah
Killa from the land of the cloud
I′m stepping out the cut we get to buck what the fuck you do now
Bitch I walk into the function no one makin' a sound
And if a bitch ever do you dirty lift your head and your crown
We all gon′ die anyway
We all gon' die anyway
Writer(s): Ben Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
