Lyrics:
X by any means necessary
Guns out will have you prayin all Hail Mary
Pac Big & Hov meshed with a little KRS
Smooth like Doug E Fresh like Pun with
The gardeners will soon make the scene
'Cause it's Thursday
Soon they'll arrive on the scene
I pick up the paper
I'm spritzed by the sprinkler
Inside I
On the couch, I can't hit it on my mattress
(My mattress)
Though she was a singer or a actress
Lil' bitch (Bitch) shut the fuck up
I got hundreds by the bundle
When we reach that city of the New Jerusalem
We'll sing hallelujah sing hallelujah by and by
How the ransomed singers will together lift that hymn
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
On you for help now
I need you to want me
All by myself now
I need you but want me
I will not loose
I will not move
My head on swivel
Hands to the sky
His
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
[singer]
Tony for mayor.. [x4]
[Ghostface Killah]
Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish
Jaws is Cris', valor stopped at the wrist
Watches
count your chickens before they even hatch
Don't you waste a fruitful future on the things you shouldn't have
And don't become a singer in a rock band
container that, at least to dip your hand in rap
Your feet will be infectious, so at least realize the fact
The rhythms are inserted, and the nurse can be
they can check the score
Never complained when I
Never complained when I slept in dorms
I knew that I would take the world by storm
And that's the best
behind (Nope)
We gone be on one accord (4eva)
They will not pick us apart (Ever)
We been right here from the start
On your mark (Bae put it in park while I
in secrecy
At the crossroads of a poem's true identity
In the space between the lines of every singer's verse
In the breath of every word that isn't
Dance for the King of Kings
Oh, Compassionate Father, Meher, King of Kings
Your sword will cut through
lighten up (At all)
Yeah you mark ass niggas better tighten up (Tighten up)
Yeah don't make me put my bands in a rubber band (Don't do it)
And slap a pussy
to me
And asked me what was next
Guitar in hand, a one-woman band
This is what I said
I'm gonna be a folk singer
Gonna get me some calloused left-hand
by, a nice place, fine, too bad it rains
How was your day?
Yes, I play in a band, I’m a singer
Oh, were you in the crowd?
Last week? I’m sorry I didn’t
ain't gone play the steel, why you tryna funk the flex, yeah
All my dogs in my will, they gon' ride through 'til the death, yeah
Elevator up the hill we
turns to numbing
Uh uh Your pain our pain.your pain poor pain
Dead in one hour! No more backup singer, Gus.
Dead in an hour! to the graveyard by bus
of the world)
Shall the court sing together?
In every man's life there will be a hang-up
A whirlwind designed to slow you down
It cuts like a knife
souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean
souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean
A curve ball, Mark ain't hittin' me
Yo, we in the place
(Now whut's up?)
DJ, pick up the pace
(Now whut's up?)
Gyrate, feel the bass
(Now whut's up?)
Yo,
bolder
The streets of New York got
A little bit colder
I'm a young dude, I gotta learn and get over
1980, Brooklyn is crazy in the dark
But there I am in
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