Lyrics:
shifting more money to weapons
A growing chasm between the haves and haven'ts
Economy unstable in the hands of central banking
Taxation without real
the roose
Caught by the blocks now they shooting at schools ( Tu tu tu )
Been wayne to get P’s like bruce,
Just How T brought pains & Moves
Like Scofield
Swanging out the ride
Gripping like the tires
It's album number 6 and I still got em by the neck and shit
Another album
More drip
So I got a new necklace
Ion
eroded
Hocus pocus, try to focus
Smote by sacred scripture like a plague of locusts
I don't own this, I just wrote this
It got into my vocal chords and was
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
know this was supposed to be for my album tho?)
(Oh whateva)
(Its okay)
When I send a sickness (ease down) dark soldiers
Fallin' in with flying
Ya By my Kumba linx
The youth grew me
The work I do four em
Add 2 me
Spikes depiction of the Windy City really
Blew me
Coming from A-MC who went to see
I am truly an MC's duty
To throw fire at any rapper who be spittin' it booty
History unruly
The only kid rooting for Judas in Bible study
The mind is
with those niggas
Because those niggas’ not my niggas!
Yo, haha
Twinnies’ got my block popping (a huh)
Album's got my stock rising
Before police state,
Nigga's they be tweakin yeh bitch you know I
Made the news if a nigga tripping imma
Might get the pipe and shoot him bro
Yeh you get it bro in
Since i was a kid i been that niggga
Pockets got fat But i want em bigger
Yo bm a thotty smashed in the sprinter
Touch one of mine I'll spazz on you
smiling more
Hey look at that
Your new cat's
Got you smiling more
Hinata
Hinata
Hinata
Hinata
Consider this album
A fuck you to nostalgia
Sick of searching
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
Just keep the faith cause now we rhyme with God
Plus you owe it to yourself and don't forget the kids"
That's when I opened up my eyes and new Bad Boy
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
my health
I got that bag, I did that by myself
I got a bag, I did that by myself
Yeah, yeah
Pull up on the block, I got a new Maybach
Shawty tryna give
bout the kids that's out playing a shot now the mama and daddy Grieving
It really hurt when it's kids on the news when you wake up I wish I was still
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
a gloc
Keep up a banger in the pot
I be grinding round the clock
I shoulda signed with the roc
Name good on the block
Flow clean like a mop
On all ten
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Opening her walls 'til it's looking like a hall, arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
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