Malice At The Palace Lyrics

Fresh off the press

I ain't stressed, I Had to hold my breath

Liquor hiccups fucking up my chest

World Peace

Swung on a fan like a Ron Artest

Swing on my coach like Marcus Camby

I can't stand me sometimes

Smoke a quarter on the drop of a dime

I'll stop time just to never watch you cry

I'm outside with it

I scripted this from the times that we was

Hot with it

Boston Red Sox fitted

Timberland Rocka'

Closed curtains show stoppa'

Heard you got a lot to say about me but I know nada

Flow hotter than Mamajuana shots... In Allapattah

Shots rang from the corner like Tom Gugliotta

(Wooooh!)

That boy nice I know!

I took a chance so cold I rolled dice in snow

Hotboxin' like Tyson's show

Asparagus with fish

Watching this clip of Steve Nash back in '96

(SIN)

My Godfather could've played a starring role in godfather

The D.R. version

Lights make neon curtains

Splurging everything that I earned

You know the motto

Mind your business if it ain't your concern

Listen and follow

You's a bitch

Turned bitch over a bitch

I hope they rob you for your shit

Your mother told me you snitched

What a shame

Tuck your pride just like your chain

Tried to come back around and they don't love you the same

Story of the 'had it all and lost it'

Adderall exhausted...

I Had a ball in Boston

How can I forget it

Hangover made me talk to god all day

Told him "if he let me live he will not regret it"

Shit was jokes...

I had a quote...

Sounds Good if you listen close

Feels Better on a different boat

Stay afloat...