Lyrics:
scurry
Uh-oh, wait up, don't worry
Yeah, I woke up in jail, how I got there it's still kinda blurry
I'll read the paperwork or some shit
My name is Scott
Gunna pushin' pleas, Young Thug still stuck in jail
Niggas sayin' Gunna new name is I'm Gonna Tell
Until we all know the facts we shouldn't speak
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I
flaunt
Cos no matter how you front it's still the ones you want
See, I am funky fresh and poetry is my opinion
Takin' out you suckas while Scott Larock
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone
One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
(huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can't buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
I'm in my favorite place, but I feel out of place still
Runnin' out of options, screamin' out, "Lord Jesus, take the wheel"
Tempted to kill all of my
I'm in my favorite place
But I feel out of place still
Runnin' out of options, screamin'
Out, "Lord Jesus, take the wheel"
Tempted to kill all of my
purple Sprite
I was still sipping 40s
Keke's still pimpin' stories as
I'm passing by Yates
Stop and wonder if I'll
Ever enter Heaven's gates
I told my
you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
All you bitches just walk on by
Verse 2-Fat Joe
I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
met her
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
D-nice, the beat box
I only wear Nike's, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son
Not two or three
you speak on my name bitch we might drill ya
These ammunitions they blow (Grrr ha)
Mask on, di ra pasagad ‘sig naay maigo (Skrrr)
Full gas on ‘em
Diri
curl
I'm surrounded by females, you don't even got one girl
[GR8 Scott]
You talking all that shit, and yet you still sound weak
The only reason you
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
it's never safe
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Put you on game
What's your name
Put you in chains
my mouth
And I'd watch you eat it
I still won't know why, why I love you so much, mmh
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
in the day they used to
Sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers
Just to shift the pain
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