Lyrics:
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Got to my kneest, I was
doin' Marni and Stella McCartney
I made a full three-sixty out the 'partment
I'm like Picasso, I paint me a portrait
I'm gettin' money, takin' drugs
about my past (sky)
When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (boot, boot, boot)
Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (floor)
Devil
Oh, late one night when the devil came for me
Pounding on my door
It was quarter past three
I was in bed
And I was half asleep
When the devil came
Crawling underneath your skin to pry and
Cus i-i-i-
Had enough of the stone-cold enough of the closed doors
Lying underneath with the devil of your soul babe
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
I've been taking these perks for so long I've seen the Holy ghost pass by 1 2 3 times
All these doors I've knocked
But they
Diamonds on my wrist and my doors suicide
Do it on my own, I want more of the pie
Do it by myself, leave the bullshit behind
I don't care about
a murder after midnight
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
this side
Yo it's definitely a party goin on, youknowmsayin
BCC, everyday all day
[Rock] Now when you come through the door, what do you see?
[Tek]
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
One, two, got nothin' to lose
Bad bitch, take it from me
Now she gettin' loose
Three, four, why you at the door
She ain't gettin' enough,
Now she
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
heart by three simple vision
[The Visions:]
The first was a planet engulfed by the sea
No dry land in sight, not a mountain or tree
No rock jutted out
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
And wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth
He closed the door! and he pulled down his gray denim bus driver type
am on the phone
Nigggas in the trap we ain’t picking up the phone
Feds tryna kick the door down
I’m in the trap and I’m whipping so fast
Bang Banging
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
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