Lyrics:
club hits but a slow jams major
To get my lady movin in that special way
To make up for the times that I've been gone away
either out with my folks
[Intro: Snass talking]
Eiyo this one is a war track, son (Uh, uh)
[Verse One]
Hata, it's all about making paper (Uh!)
Business is my major
I was
...of life
Are we parts of a puzzle
Small pieces in a major plan
Fuppets on a string being run by a master
Formed and shaped like clay
[solo
that burns you in hot water
like cookers do crabs in red lobster.
imagine the pain
the insane
mental massanger with no brain
blood spraiys like rain
forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech
with the games yo Don't play with me
Step up to the plate like I'm Paid to be major league
Brave, but he not born in the A So the way is Pete
Rose on you
can dream of you the rest of my life
I don't know who you are
Have we always shared this space?
By the looks of it the fall is coming
I'm preparing
then you know I love couture
Even more shoe collection too fly for the f-cking floor
Shelves, Louis V in shelves
Shoot the f-cking stylist we gon’ find
Hmm..
Hmm...
Hmm....
[Chorus: (x2)]
Big Ballin, BRC made nigga
Shot callin, Beelow the ballaholic never falling
In the original Navi we
As lightning strikes and thunder pounds
Over the grey skies of East London town
Prophecy K returns from the underground
Signified by the peoples
Bustin off the guns wit the silencers
Word New york new york big city of dreams
Comin from queens, where we don't get caught up in between
Wit
When you in it, boy, try not to drown (drown)
In my body, yeah
She get wetter and wetter, by every stroke you take (oh)
I can tell you ain't know I
and tight, yeah
Time for you to slide right in
You know I like my kisses by my waistline (down low)
Put your head between my legs and give me face time
worse.
You've been instructed by sentences in each
Verse featured to suck you into a world invented to see you bleed first. My brutal rhyme is running
And I don't trust the major mutt ? label
Pets ? talkin' dog shit
I'll break your neck frame your nuts
And hang them up in your boss's office
See me
your feelings back
I still rap, what I'm the illest at
Fuck a twitter app, we could really scrap, nigga
I hate journalists with illseeds in they ass
nigga really from the mud
I'm tryna take him from the hood
See, I'm tryna take him from the hood
(From the hood)
I'm tryna give my niggas dots
You in my
A major multi-agency investigation is under way
To determine what lead to a plane entering Jamaica's airspace
And the subsequent emergency landing
hold the pressure so let's say he got done quick
Never fallin' off like a tight rope walker
'Cause l'm very in I will never be out of order
Sorda
winter now I'm batting in the majors
Emerged up out the dirt like worms squirming from the rain
You gotta make it out the storm to feel the sun again
I'm
Come from the under but major, cause one on one im a gangsta
I load up truth in my chamber and drop a jewel in your manger
Maybe a stranger or stranger,
you?
The day that I could get to know you better and then
You let me drop by your house
We sat and talked under the dimming yellow ray of lights
The sun
trapped up by thinking you know it all, that's how you fall
If you ain't growing then you dying, we must evolve
Once you master the mind, then ya problems
RAINBOW AFTER THE STORM by VINCENT BUENO
1Verse:
I’ve been in the dark I’ve been pretty far
I’ve been driving hard - faster then Ferrari’s
There
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