Lyrics:
steps at a time enemy is gaining
on me, my niggaz tried to warn me when my steppin
It's good though cause on a low a nigga had his weapon
I'm jettin
play chicken even If I did
I am not flinching
Diamond link
Each chain
My lil' bitty b hang
Every time the beat bang
Her little booty meat swing
Late at night, late at night have trouble sleeping
Over time, over time I started to think
I had not really changed even a bit
Over time, baby,
mad
Oh yes you guessed but not by by choice
Ursula came and stole half of my voice
Don't you act deaf see I still bring the noise
See my flow 5'11" but
is it?"
No answer
"Who is it?"
There's no answer
"Who is it?"
They're not sayin' anything
So, finally I go over and I open the door and just
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
and sit down
On that bench that says 'Group W'"
And I walked over to the bench there, and there's Group W is where they
Put you if you may not be
to fruition
Little poison in the wine
Over time
No one tastes the difference
End up blue face, you the true bait
A prime fillet for your own dogs
Boltin'
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
I know he always here
I don't do this for myself
At times myself
Forgets that I over steer
Crashin out
Just to stop a pile up
Shits creek
Always
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
Confined - Subjugated by never ending agony
The fire inside was laid to rest before ignition
Why? - Moments moving faster than me
Life - This is not
rehearsed it for a month, I'm not worried about the set
I get tackled by the grief at times that I would least expect
I know what I should be doing when I'm
shorty that gotta Be seen
Not slippin no lean just roll up the Tree
I'm smokin moon walker mike Jackson my weed
Flipping the bands
Stacking the grands
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not
It's not over, I don't want to be free
{It's not over}
Said I need you and I want you
I got to have you every day in my doggone life
{It's not
smile
Your IQ is too high for
Your own damn good
What's the time?
9 to 5
But I gotta convince myself
I'm not smart enough to get away
With a crime so I
me
They just don't believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap
Then they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is
My subject matter has
Don't sleep lost in one long dream I call a week
Pray more time wool over my eye abide the sheep
Every falling star is a tear
A god amongst peers
My
studying medicine and becoming a doctor. But her aunt insisted that she had to take over the business or her father would do so. She continued “by the time
Here comes
The blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied
To the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot
Of one of those ready to die for the sake of their high
I'm sayin, this ain't even rap no more this is good times
Jimmy Walker's out on the street throwing
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