Lyrics:
was a little boy
By listening to sounds of music as a baby
And listening to a reecord player
You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear
Black boy black boy I ain't really different
I'm just done getting fucked by the system
Grew up from a crack in the concrete jungle
Till we popping
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
coursing through our veins
They’re my brothers Mr.PaleFace is the name
The William Bonney in my gang
Boy I’m quick to bang
(Hook)
Raised by the wolves
I
Oluwa don bless the boy
Me i no come here to play
No be juju, Na by grace ooo
Na hin make b** man dey sing ooo
HALLELUJAH !!! .....OZANA
HALLELUJAH !!!
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
gun in the back
Twisted barren branches
Break up a cloudless sky
Time’s running out
As the miles roll by
When the boys got to the farm house
It was
of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get
Man fuck it I'm telling you nigga
don't tripIt's gonna be all good man
It's gonna be all good hey
[C-Bo]
Can't take my back is ill tack what I know sky
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
smoke legal!
higher than any Eagle album ever charted
911 was an inside job- don't get me started
ancient secrets were guarded, pillaged and marauded
"Yeah, they talkin about rap."
"We don't rap, its not about rap we livin it what they talkin about.
It's not about college or what you read in
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
want to handle her business
So I guess we'll be back when we finish
I don't want to leave by myself
(Boy, you ain't gotta leave by yoself)
Ooh..
and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)
Where the girls lose their virginity
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Survived with my dog among the walking dead ones
The corpse is restless bless ya by spittin (scorchin) yellin
Til I need chloraseptic
Best of Aretha Boy you
boy I hold it down
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good
It’s all about going fast
But sometimes you gotta slow down
Mhmm
Yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm (Yeah)
Yeah
Alright you so cool
Don’t abide by the rules
Just a man
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
like you think you part of gang or something
Boy I'm still King Dayton, you don't think they gave me that name for nothing
Yeah yo bitch should've
Oh man
Oh man, oh man
Not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again
Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley
You can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't
industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I stop
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