Lyrics:
down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
to buy the Lean by the fucking beg
Toni used to use a triple beam like a fridge (uh)
You don't eat, you don't sleep, that's what Toni said (hah)
Toni
It's the man, it's the myth, in the midst of the minks
With the M's on my mind in Maui taking pics
Motivated by more that mean
I want more of this, I
My brain does nothing for me
Hey! This pain'll be my story
Who took the chicken off the plate
And put it in the fridge?!
Shaggy 2 dope did!
We sat on the front porch step
Too angry to go to bed
Splitting the last three beers that we had left in the fridge
Don't try to kiss me yet
Cause I
the juice
What's this, I see she brought her whole uplown contingent
First there's Johnny
He always loves a party
He's followed by Vinnie
Who's feelin'
The old school furniture, the vintage carpet, fridge magnets on the fridge showed the yard was owned by yardies,
The beatings the cuz got for putting his
no
I live for beats
Spinning in peace
Overcome by heat
Oh no no no
Oh oh oh oh Shit
Pan sizz
Too hot
Need fridge
Update
Broke fridge
Too hot
Ice pissed
nkpofe
Puta si na emene di na ondo nkpofe
Mana odi eji kaikai anwu Panadol nkpofe
I ga enwecha mosquito net mana inwero door nkpofe
Itinye okwute na fridge
One individual lies on a floor of an empty room
In an apartment stuffed with functionality and a lonesome fool!
A midget size fridge full
a cabby
As we approach my tilt
Paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor
My heart nailed
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
And by the way, shoutout Tech N9ne, uh
Go and shut the fuck up, just let me talk, nigga (shut the fuck up)
I'm a time bomb that's waiting to go off,
them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you,
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
(I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge
find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be
hit a chair
Knocked out his tooth and it flew through the air
Grabbed his head by the back of his hair and slammed him into the fridge
She landed
crash,
A fist fight or two, and Nintendo for cash.
We raided the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the windows got smashed.
isn't supposed
To believe anything much
Unless it's supported by evidence
Lame foot soldiers get croaked in my vicinity
The ode for all murder, criminal
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but
Your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty
It's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner
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