Lyrics:
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
Listen I'm a foreigner a different man from different lands
By God's plan I was formed from dirt, clay and sand
I demand my respect close
name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
niggas ain't real man you know they gon' fumble (He fumbled)
Had to stay outta trouble to stay on my grind (My grind)
Can’t fuck with a bitch if she
I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big-a-money
If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt
I'd 'ave
Flows is sick, more clothes and kicks
I suggest you put checks over chicks
Hoes will trip, more dough you flip
Blow O's with the one plus six
Five
you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by
Vacations like Jason
You'll get cut in half and
Left with your heart racin'
By the TEC you'll get smashed
Together like a cleavage
And left a mystery like
A man named Work moved into town,
And father heard the news,
With Work so near, my father started
Shaking in his shoes.
When Mister Work walked by
know that I got em all shook
Can't get this shit out no book, I'm with my family, know that we good
Man it's getting too easy
Brand new whip, push
just poured a whole six in my drank two liter
Bad bitch by my side , she gone ride imma keep her.
Know I love that smoke , let that 30 it's gone greet ya
made by men with itty bitty penises
The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them
Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
Gang! You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB
150 Roc Block shit man
You know no niggas fucking with us man
I tried to tell niggas man, it's
and rolled with the rock ac dc
I never banged cc cah you narsay my weed tt
Why would I rob man for his p when I can get that same dough from a fiend
5 man in
with me in yon green woods
No danger need you fear
Oh it's six long weeks or better
Since Johnny left the shore
He's crossing the wild ocean
Wild Cowboys and you know this
Lookin at a Cowboy and you know they're dead
A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with
and I fuck with 6th street
But one thing about me, the world got me
But it's some suckas that doubt me
And I ain't tryina sleep in the county
Real chalky
my bros wait
They ain't the man round town, that's me
Like micheal myres when I'm riding by yas
You ain't seen me, I'm pulling out ya eyes with pliers
me up, unless you tryna ride or die
This shit is crazy, man this shit caught me by surprise
Man I miss you, man I miss the shit we had
Just
"Don't touch my soul with dirty hands," that's a quote from a t-shirt I saw on Instagram
The ice cream should make my teeth hurt, but I bite with my
and ribbons
And exposed brain
Roll with grown men who still use code names
Fold crawl space on the SS coat tails
Might chase six legs through his oatmeal
Oh
England
Sealed in a leather canister, the aged script was accompanied
By an ornate bronze key of unknown origin
The author of the journal remains
waitress
And I checked her form
And I said, "Honey, you like a winner", and she just smiled
I played like a man with a broken wrist, I won two and he
Oh a man come by on a sorrel hoss said
He never had a chance
Said they shot him down in Tombstone town and him with empty hands
They shot him once
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