Lyrics:
what a give away. Did you here that, did you here
that, eh? That's what I'm on about -- did you see him repressing
me, you saw it didn't you?
Scene 4
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
missing a beat
But your heart don't stop, only skipping a scene
Chasing the pavement, slip in a dream
Better block my shine
I'm a son to a king,
But he
[Q-Tip]
(yo) Aiyyo Buck, word up (get up in em)
Yo it's that nigga from the Tribe
Let these niggas know what's up son, aight?
[Buckshot]
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
the between, if you peek behind the scenes
You might see a little reflection of yourself
This clock tick-tocks quicker by the minute
Every breath another sigh
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
tip, I'm hit
Your lit, I'm super
Dude don't like when they set that trap
Just like that like I ain't never knew ya
Treat them hoes just like manure
to love hoes more
Game on lock in the keys to the door
Trust my bros but don't trust no whores
I need flights overseas man tryna get away
Pricks looking for
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
the bag it was
Wrapped tight and snug
But in that bag yo, in that bag
45, guess what? (What was it Lyte?)
It was a box of q-tips a
Box of fuckin q-tips man!
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
initiate the buddy with a slap
For the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And when I quest for the Buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants
initiate the buddy with a slap
For the next
I'm the Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest
And when I quest for the Buddy I don't fess
For my Jimmy wants
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
I don't get upset
'Cause I don't get upset
'Cause I don't get upset
Here it is verse trace back at my place
The scene was set because I set it before
day
We'll be coming back for you one day
I don't even care if I know you, out of our minds
Sad to leave it all behind
We'll be coming back
We'll be
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