Lyrics:
By the time that they pull up the tanks
Now you're playing with the God money
Looking like a little man, nose runny
Thinking on another plan, huh
man j raw
And then D nell and rolla let me leave so they can roll up
I fuck with joey notes cause I sat down with the soldier
But when I see skeeza it's
bleed
Now they know
Now they know
Now they know
Used to look at me down am getting up up up
This your favorite song
Then give the kids the crown
By
on takin' it
And the Bronx is where we made this shit
Shaolin’s where they
Emptyin’ the chambers
5 boroughs too thorough
To ever forget where a god came from
vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where
the history
By the way all you talker pack what you got to say
Cus you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay
Ayo is your man from Puerto Rico
That
[Intro]
Jah know say me come to take over
BMG
Stidman
[Verse1]
Baby boogie down me wanna give you that special kind of feeling
Let me hold you
man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the Novocaine
Shit was once an open game, we got it by
Written by: Kampaign
(Hook)
Please don’t switch sides on me
Come get these M’s with me
Stay down, don’t lie to me (yeah)
Build this shit up brick by
down on the whole ride
And I wasn't much into the
Type that my bros like
So I never really had no
Wife and that's alright
"Black woman ain't got no man
"
gonna be on you when they see you hit dat dougie right?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside
He go by Bubba and he hit dat dance like
down!
Blood in the cradle, guess your baby's dead
The boogie man came and chopped off its head
Knots in the noose, baby duck, duck, goose
White
They found him in Boogie Down, TX, and Memphis
He died from a slug in his face with no case
Because Kenny could never have love for no muthafuckin'
the sea
And everytime I speak a bar I preach, so you cannot come question me
Cuz man you probably got the IQ of the Acohol percentage in your fucking
To the South side! (Whiz One in the house!)
(To my man Showbiz in the house!)
You see I skip to my lou like Napoleon at Waterloo
My name is Diamond D, tell
plan to fight God
Understand I might stop at nothing
Short of order distorted by torched
Porcelain images of man
My glands are quite dormant
Coordinated
lab rats
Priorities, it's fuck authority
A man that can stand on his own and show maturity
I ain't ever ask for a loan, I've been supportin' me
Takin'
a beep downstairs from Y.Z.O
Knowledge in his head, beats pump the red Geo
Tracker, and in it, we get much blacker
Ride around town running down
to act, yeah im bossing up
Loyalty is key and stay down
You know we going up, wu
Woke up in the morning
Thinking get it
Bringing back the dead's like
what's in decline
The system is down, and it's down by design
Your words are benign, but you're crossing the line
I'm doing just fine, but what about you
found that boy on Six Mile
Talkin' Six Mile Bronx, Westside Terrace
Home of the Glocks, R.I.P. Paris
Rest in peace dots about his name, we up the murder
sir
Gone gotta love it, man
Shout out to DJ Shea buff' City Records
Look out for Q-Boogie invasion
a thousand pieces
We pound out weak shit into the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, we just wallow in jean, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like
tryin to raise they mind
Bucktown, USA
(BUCK TOOOOOWN) - Boogie Down connect
Yo Buck, what the fuck they gon' say?
Who cares! They want that pop shit
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