Apollyon's Theme (feat.Yayo)

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    Shade on played on mother fucker hated on
    Hated is a ree so I keep my company gone
    Six blondes, no bras, begging me to fuck em all only with a rubber on get served volleyball

    Sick world living in, pissing in the world pool
    Last dollars on this coffee table, but I'm good!
    Hands to the sky, praying like christ war
    It's hard to level when all of us follow us from the ghetto.
    You are fellows, get marshellowed you so sparrow
    Waking up on God's green, bloody on your knees
    These smart liquored sell it to you no id

    These young niggas hallow pills they don't wanna breeze
    My heart speaks illustrated on a beat,
    If all fails at least I live with memories.
    Judgement Day, my only day of death
    So mother fucker don't you test me, nigga!

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    I can't roll in a break
    You're a real hater I can see it on your face!
    You don't wanna do that, do that
    Mother fucker, you don't wanna do that!
    No, being a hustle on my life
    I wanna do right, roll to success as you say is the only way to survive
    So I gotta do that, yeah I gotta do that!
    Mother fucker, let the angels say
    Oh, oh, oh, do that!
    Do that, let the angels say
    Oh, oh, oh, do that! (Apollyon's Theme)

    Oh, how you say you're innocent, illegitimate and children
    Anger hurt resentment. Fuck em!
    Middle finger never bend
    Only at the lord's gates judging me to let me in
    It's funny when these federal bills spinning from ceilings
    Since they figured it back terms, no friends
    I'm only human flys down to
    body, funerals and
    Body eroded black roses
    a quarter on my arm,
    Fifty down, keep the reeper blinded by your charm!
    Get money like I'm jewish,
    Cheat, but my girls, into your style like
    Head to their that's why I'm call it
    Mother fucker

    I can't roll in a
    You're a real hater I can see it on your face!
    You don't wanna do that, do that
    Mother fucker, you don't wanna do that!
    No, being a hustle on my life
    I wanna go right, rolling as you say is the only way to survive
    So I gotta do that, yeah I gotta do that!
    Mother fucker, let the haters say
    Oh, oh, oh, do that!
    Do that, let the haters say
    Oh, oh, oh, do that!

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    Composición: Jesse Jackson

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