Lyrics:
drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping this cell gon' open
You can dance next to me
But don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave
Blood on your
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
brains
Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey
'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains
Gripping grain and popping trunks, dog but
this, but you can't have it
Got the mic and now you wanna grab it
Dreaming of rings I'm feeling like Frodo
Girl by my side, I nicknamed her Toto
Worked
on the 26
That shit had made my day
Niggas know who run the A
Bitch, it's the whole BSK
Lil' Myke smokin' Emmit
If you touch him, be prepared to lay
Sendin'
jumpsuit
I'll probably see you next when we're in Hell
I'll be selling portable fans
Holler if you need an extra Duracell
'Cause I'mma sell those too
I'll be
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that time off
I understand you had to get your mind right or whatever
you was doin' but I'm just
threat aa war
Ma people go vex war war
Ɔmo ba aa na ye nni weapon aa yɛ tp buɔ, yɛ toto buɔ, yɛ toto buɔ war war
On God nobody dey do am like this
You
me, so leave me, I'm fine
(I'll get over you)
I'll be here getting on with my life
Tears on the ground, tears on my pillow
You won't bring me down
talk it over a meal
I smoke till I feel like I'm ill
God gave me the pen and I seal
8 Card and Im playin like Master
No regular I want me some NOCTA
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
You can run the streets with your thugs (ayo Storm)
I'll be waitin' for you (honestly, I think I can fuck with a motherfucka like you)
Until you
put a message in my music
Hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it
Know you'll be okay a old G told me God's
Favorites have a hard
Yes
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so
with me
If I ever need you holding it down
What the fuck I need a mask for if you're holding it down?
And I know when Im over I'll be piping you down
magazines
Stomp your DVDs to smithereens
You buy more I'll just X them too
Or I'll be forced to make an ex out o' you
And by that I mean exactly what you
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
over, babe, it's over, babe
When I met you, I knew you would be the one for me
'Cause looking at you had me feeling kind of crazy
Now, what you
me to your bee Hive
am sure you wanna be wife no worry yeeh i realized
Take me high, when am feelin' low
By my side , promise you'll never go
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
you feel you’re over the ledge
Then don’t be scared
It’s just a small thing baby girl
Don’t be scared
Come on man, you a soldier right
Don’t be scared
on Cassidy and
A scuffle breaks out between
The entourages and delays the battle
For just over five minutes
You get ya jammed up, I got my blue bands up
I'll
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