Lyrics:
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
her to the car
Now I'm holding mama shaking
I'm sayin I know it's hard
Followed by we gon' make it
But truth is I'm lyin' still
Cause I'm scared that
Yo, yo, Wu-Tang Clan, still fatter
Off the datas, for, my father gonna get home by now
And Uncle Justice, we gotta hurry up
Do this video, Wu-Tang
standin still with their mouths hangin' open
Walk offstage and leave the next act scratchin' his head like a monkey
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this
turnt up, I'm right here
You do me wrong I might turn to a nightmare
Limitless visionary on the rise fear no one but God in my mind when I'm pissed off,
tryna progress the team
Eventually
Level up its destiny
Why you still question me?
Feel like police right next to me
Losing my sleep but I'm focused
to
Verse 6 (King Tee)
Its King Tee let's see if I still got it
Trifling all up in your shit out of pocket
Stop it
Crossing out your reasons and your logic
dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked
Outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "Damn; I'ma be
pills
Perkys eat his system up We been chillin' for a minute
Plus, Lub bru still turnin' up I don't advise you sendin' diss
Watch Lul bru dump out
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
(Gorilla on the track)
(G&B)
Yeah, uh-huh, boom
Where the fuck my cup at?
(Uh) uh, B Don, pass me that right there, yeah
Ayy, yeah, look
at the mall spendin' up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin' from cheek to cheek
And he was tellin' me some bullshit about gettin' married in
temptation of booze had me soaring, abnormal
Ever since Trey's, I was sober
Remember them winters got colder
I loved the snow up in Denver and Boulder
Now I'm
no tellin' where they'll take me to
They're still not done scratchin' gravel
They still gotta show me a thing or two
[Chorus]
how could I get up in arms about you saying trash is all that I put out?
Bitch, I still get the bag when I'm putting garbage out
Plus, the potty
And as the smoke clears up,
They did it to colonise,
It's genocide
Ceasefire
POST CHORUS (DOBBY, MC TREY)
Peace
Ceasefire
Mama, I need you now
Taken from me
me
cnd if you're still in question of where I stand
It's beside the murders, thieves, and whores
wwjd
Forever feelin fatally Frida Kahlo
I edited
Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber
Prayin' for me over FaceTime
'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him
Forty thousand feet up in
head
Got me fucked up, if you think I don't know what a nigga said
All that he say, she say, drop a bag, leave a nigga dead
I got some opps that still
the wheels fall off
Yeah we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Me and my bitches stick together like the Bradys
Run up on us, we won't save, we play crazy
slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin truce
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Don't make me have to act up
Cause
the moment pass her by
The only thing I thought was 'why?'
Ended up asking a horrible guy
It was the same dude who asked me what my sandwich tasted like one
lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit
1996 kilos
sippin' that purple rain
I know it makes 'em crazy, it keeps me lazy
When back in '94 when Screw still had his gate up
He called me over to his house
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