Lyrics:
get your fix, are you done, then get this
Mother fuckers better know just who this is
Sending out my track cause I know Method never let up for a second
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
the charges
Don't let me see you in here again
Let this be a lesson learned, if you don't know your player rules
You liable to violate the game and get sent
feet yeah just move your feet
Just move your feet
Like we do it in the street
You already know me
Lil Andrew Carnegie
Just keep it clean
You know we rep
When I walked by almost broke his neck
Boy don't look my way
If you be dancing on Tiktok
If Sammie slapping like Will Smith
Well call me Chrisean Rock
In
much when you get through with me
Well, I'm losing weight and turning mighty pale
Looks like I've got a tiger by the tail.
Open Up Your Heart:
(Buck
17-2-47-A
So memorize well if ye not be afeared, I command ye by every hair in my beard
Pardon the speech of an insolent weirdo
You get like that by reading
the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my by using a scale
I run it up off big cartel
I know they waiting on me
was mad at you
Text if Im up but it’s the afternoon
Caught yourself i know you international
In the dmv you by the nationals
Howard got vibes that shit
there shocked as hell
Like, "How the fuck you remember
This shit that well?"
Feds be tellin' niggas what to say
Don’t get me wrong
It's still rattin'
Rosey, how are you?
Jackie, hey man, that's really out of sight
Well, thanks, Rosey wow, you sure are big
Well, you know
Being big get me into a lot
[Intro/Chorus fading in and out in background]
Ok, ok, (heeeyyyy) yeah
We back in this bitch (Lovely Daze like this...)
Jim Jones nigga (you
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
By the passion of the poet
If you don't know
Please don't act like you know it
You look like you got something to say
You better hold it
Cuz when I get
and Charlie Clips go
Off the top is his biggest peeve
That's how I know you racist
Cause you just hate seeing niggas free
I get it G's, you looking like you
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
to drop, stop
You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe'
Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl
I'm untryable, undeniable
Won't be held
And she gon' give it up 'cause she know I might like it
Baby girl, you know what I like
Baby, you know just what I like
Baby, you know what I like (Like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
on the owner's table (here listen!)
Lesson four, know you heard this before
"Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow, for sure!"
Don't act like
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I know it's not easy
But you can't leave
We'll stay here
Immersed in the night
The sound
that week and you’re going through all your food
One place to go, and one thing to do
Joe, I’ve known you so long and I know you so well
I used to go
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