Lyrics:
Bongo by the way
Ooh, snow is fallin'
Ooh, winter is callin'
Winter is callin' you, ooh
Ooh, snow is fallin'
Ooh, winter is callin'
Winter is
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
to talk shit, resume speaking for itself
Dead the old me, got to know me, now I know me and I really like myself
Brooklyn
Lemme know lemme know this is it
Yo Shock man people be comin up to me sayin
"Yo man, what's up with the Underground, man?
You guys old school, new school, R&B or hip-hop?"
What
bloody!)
Too many life get smoked (Damn this place is musty!)
By chimney (Hit him like potty drop dead like the Morley!)
One step in wrong Scenery
Photos
a richer man, I was lying and lookin
For another mark to hit or somethin fine for the tookin
Or takin, inside of the gate as I made my way in
I'm patiently
of the wise
And from the pan under your bed
Well, let me make you a present of song
As the wise man breaks wind and is gone
While the fool with
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old
Now comes true,
Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wise men of old
Now comes true,
plan to keep your man in check 'til he goes down
Now don't be misbehaving, by messing with his head
Sooner or later it'll end one way 'cos he'll only end
fair, man
But it's just life, get by, that's dem man
I've been on truth, white girls, no spray tan
Told myself that I need to let go
Pressure bust
the Redeye (I'm in the Redeye)
My opps didn't cherish they life, them niggas dead now (them niggas dead guy)
Nigga played me with me and hid, I got his mans
From his foes he did not hide
It's hard to think that this great man is dead (oh yes)
Will the murders never cease
Are thy men or are they beasts?
your fate
No, death is not an escape sun goes down
Better run and hide
You'll be dead by daylight
Somewhere in the mist
There lurks a killer, you'll see
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
Look at me stuck inside my head again, fuck
Same old shit, this is where I always end up
Kill myself? I cannot escape the question
Where I'm at,
the hands of an angel....
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man
Yo, come get the fuck out the rain, nigga
Get the fuck, oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck
Ayo Ghost, yo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas, man
Her tenement yo, is rat infested
Her heart is like a gold bouillon cause she wouldn't protest it
'Cause, her best friends man got popped
He was
the light on the other side say time to go
Closed eyes, I was born again paved a new road
Touched ground, left astound, dead on arrival
Came back same old
talkin' about? Okay
This is sort of like jazz in it's
Own peculiar way jazz is not dead
It just smells
Funny! Okay, let's go! yeah man, jazz man
You know
chip off the old block that made him
The man of the house, mom and pops separatin'
Spittin' image of a gangsta, the way pop walked
The way pop talked,
a people's trampoline
Know these haters is after me, and hard to see the way I be
All you gotta do I search for me
I love so, my old school, dripping from
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