Lyrics:
I'm not the kind of girl that who can ever approach a guy,
But I wanna find a way to get you to notice me,
I got a 4 wheel drive, 55, from eyes
you, I'm not that kind to say that
I spent my lights in the streets with beef crooks
shook cats get lifted off thier feet with heat
nobody loves, you can
(hoe!) you'll only get one chance
To work out, the soreness in your muscles
Do your own thing, even the hustle
MC's I'ma torture, that's already known
hope on the other side
Brothers and sisters, if you are down and out, old Brother Jack has a story for you today
Brothers and sisters, if you’re floating
Go and find me or hidin', with wine and Bacardi
Get down like John Gotti then I gotta get lost
I'm gone in the wind
My momma keep on tellin' me
to the motherland?
And rep who? The Wu-Tang Clan
Another thing, beyond the fam I wanted to get ripped
Put my lips on the blunt tip
It's been two weeks since I last
or are you trying to break free?
Don't you know that your strings are pulled by spiders and things?
You better do what they say, yeah
See my brother, I
Hands up ASAP
G's up, get down
Put the litres in don't slow down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wake up, brush up, dust up
Get my cake up
That's the way it go
the talk so I can't run game
I'm the type of King that a need a
Queen thats down to work and run things
I'm a lion baby, untamed
Before I devote my all I
When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have
my heart change 'cause as everyday goes by
I start to realize who my friends are
If your one of them, prove it
Fix up
Couldn't get along today
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
graduates are searching for job
They studied so hard and get no reward
Poverty is drawing their name in the mud
Day by day dey kneel down and pray to God
4.
know something I should've seen this thing coming man
As the Mega Powers team was formed brother as the Summer Slams
As the Survivor Series went down
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
She came in the club hands up, hair down, heads turning everytime she walked by
This girl ain't fronting, you can't tell her nothin, you can see
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
be the best thing
By the power vested in me, I keep flexing
Now it's G-I-F to the T, come now, test me
Gets things, done when I think and my
that fire (It's that fire).
Get the propane, rollin' things and let's blow this place up,
You already know what's up.
I might f had to pay some
the diseases and the catastrophes
Whe broke out like wild fire in all the countries
We shouldn't be fighting our brothers with our energies
'Cause them de kind
get my t a crib before she six feet below
Ray J my one wish but we ain't wishing no mo
RIP mama ya baby love you
You know i gotta hold it down
Ok I'm
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
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