Lyrics:
Down will come emcees fake shit and all!
Verse One: Method Man
On top I be the show shot
The bomb drop
After shot blow your bumba claat
thinking, what's she gonna do? (Ooh)
She grabs you by the arm, I'm thinkin', I'm through (ooh)
Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm helpless
Oh,
Resurrection, I'm alive
Put me in a box, fucking paralyzed
Gonna pay for what you stole
I'm alive, I'm alive
Thought I'm gone but I'm coming back
to get it
Stop with all these games and tell
Me what up with it
Just take my hand, I'll be your man
We surrounded by infidelity in this
World that we live
rhymes
Man I told em' I would blow
Now it's set it off time
cll these niggas are watered down
None of these hos can see me now
I be out back with
a damn about me look
I can't give a damn about bitches
That ain't give a fuck about me
Man I can't do nothing for these niggas
That ain't done shit for
nice you know you can't afford it
Man fuck them venues can you come over and lay me down
And if you got any emotions can you leave em out
We can't get
Tommy Tek Da Underboss I got family wid me
To my 0.T gunners my killys my Younger’s
From home in Tokky to all da way back up by da Humber
Till we
Ch-chop chopped screwed, outchea act a fool
It's got me wondering what's next, baby
When this life is through
I was born in H Town, starched down way back
I'm missin' let it be you
Let it be you who wakes me in the morning
Let it be you who lays down with me each night
Side by side we can dream
Let me tell you a little about myself,
I go by the name of Ellsworth Jonson, and I represent C&P entertainment
This is my story.. check it
1st
when they're letting off bombs
So, pattern up quick
Think that you're man enough? Back it up, kid
Man's had enough, yet I wasn't adding up quick
the shirt off your back, nigga run that too (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I catch you backstage, give me the keys to the Escalade
You think you cute hoe? Take off
the way, gotta stay strapped
You know what it is I'm already streakin' your dick
And I play by the old school rules Rule number one
Don't call a man a rat
gettin' the broads that like ""who the hell is that""
I was dealing sacks, you looking at niggas that drove to hell and back.
Charismatic I was raised by
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Keep me safely through the night, and wake me with the morning light
If I should die
Lay me down and pull my panties to the side
Cause I know you know just how to do me right
Kiss my thighs, my legs up to the left and right
No don't
Of his sons and really that makes me bubble
The fact that he had to back track daddy had to
Cut slack in son's leash to milk the struggle
Hate to say it
Played myself, lost that bet, humbled myself and cashed it in
Laid it at the cross, so now I'm free to lay these verses down
Thankful for what I'm given,
all the viewers that's watching
(They say they want problems)
Movies
(They say they want problems, oh shit)
They call me a killer
This take me back
calling my demons they standing outside where you stay,
If I need the info you shawty informed me you tight I put bug where you lay,
Blowing her back
kind
And I'm coming around from years of hard times
He's chased me down through the towns and the miles
Once stilled by love he was bound to roll
the light, thatll let me feel real, open & alive. the brother man I took from the depths of divide, it's a miracle your back, can I see you tonight, I wna meet
Made me grow
Then you cut me down
A north wind on a garden growin'
You made me think you were mine
Then you changed your mind
I'm lost as a feather
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