Lyrics:
Cannot create a mistake when niggas nagging about it all the time
Unwanted motherfuckers bringing up anything when they go by
And mention that one
from the other side
Broke my heart and took my love forget it
It's taking me wild for me to find myself
Now I'm free. Oh yeah
I'm free. Oh oh
Free to go
other side bitch
She get in right next to my side bitch
We gon slide quick
Ain't got no time for all that nonsense
This is what you came for
For me
deep Going up shits Creek u Jumped ships
U switched I Shift now ur ass stuck on The other side of The
My nigga believe that, u Know where we be
to do!
Is fuck hoes and keep fresh clothes
Hang with my folks and drink brew, I said
All I ever wanted to do!
Is keep a nine by my waist side
Stay
you cause of all the f****** you do
Honeys that you roam through lubricant other chicks wit your clit girl so crude
It only takes one true don
But we're like ships in the night
Well at least they're side by side
But that's not us
All we do is f***
Wish we had more than that
But all you do is
thinking bout bringing it out
I peaked your style by them other cheeks peaking out that bikini bottom
Seen em and then I got 'em
You with your best friend
sticks, hot side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
Playing
Every time I dive in my pool.
It's hard to be humble
When I do the breast stroke through an underground tunnel.
And come up on the other side in
Want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are
Sure to excite you
They'll delight you, you know
That that's
how a G play
Especially when them hoes shakin' that ass and a DJ
Hip hop had do it big give him some leway
N security stop trippin' and you niggas be
Intro:
Mr. Mix Mr. DJ play that beat.
Won't you play if for me. In the mix mister hop
forward hop back. Hop, hop hop.
Verse 1:
The second somebody
as big as the other guys
Food for thought, if you was on the hunger side
This life is crazy, be prepared for the thunderous rides
Talking to those who
the Red Sea parted
Provide the harvest, in drought and shortage
With Jah by my side I've got all advantage
(Here, here I come again)
Gong,
The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still
test
Got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me
'Cause we make up the Boogie Down Productions crew faculty
Get it right, or train yourself not
individual
Armed with accountants, my lawyers and other criminals
Network with armies, street wars are critical
And revolutionaries so streets are more
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
pays me
In other words it's the nouns and the verbs
That buys the X5's and the cribs on the lakesides
I run this shit, I don't take sides
What you
side of them biscuits
While she doing this, the bitch still sliding on lipstick
Now I got the fat stomach on, she cracking the Dutch
Playing with her
Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully,
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
Left me bleeding on the other side
Catching my breath to soak in the sun
The distance will catch up there's no need to run
Always running a rabbit
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