Lyrics:
meeting their needs
By the thought of someone,
Somewhere, meeting our needs
Without tension in the air
Assuring you one again I'm there
You break my
film by Stanley Kubrick.
First it's tragedy then farce then they'll kick you in the arse,
When you tempt the gods with arrogance and hubris.
Well
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air
I'm proud to say
beatin' shots he
Loves doin' it bareback bare facts
Bait in them clothes don't wear that
But he just wanna step anyhow and air that
Yo, anyway lil' bro, man
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
she trouble
Just by the way she be acting on the low
She say that she mad
That's two in a row
Girl I'm not in the mood
And I'm taking it slow
So just
meeting their needs
By the thought of someone,
Somewhere, meeting our needs
Without tension in the air
Assuring you one again I'm there
You break my
a sweet one there
By my side
But you know I don't trust much
There's
Mad fake love in air
That real love come rare
If you find that real type of love
Gotta
burning
There is no turning back.
Oh, what else can I say? There's no loss of face
And nothing's betrayed, there's no disgrace
In meeting on the bridge.
role to get by (Gang)
I won't harm a fly until I'm tried (Gang)
Burn the fucker, never yearned the fucker
I'ma leave the body in Dubai, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Posted at da crib
Posted at da crib
Posted at da crib
Air forces and they peppermint
6AM I wake up
Brain on scrambled eggs bruh
Lookin like the poster
I'm dreaming like a loadout in the air
Don't be the reason I go evil, have a meeting with the reaper
All it take is one lil' call, I just add him, he
the bills
Going to twelve-step meetings
Doctor's checking me for (shit)
Cancer in the butthole and his
Finger is real chubby
And now the world is different
lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when
And blood in his eyes
And he's looking at you, kid
As he races on by
So watch out for his hooves
They're going to kill you for sure
He's got some kind
Put your hands in the air if you running with a rich clique
(Run it up run it up)
Everybody got a bag
Put your hands in the air if you rolling with
jumping jacks, jump out of a tree and Pretend You're a dodo bird, or pee in your brand new pair of Air Jordan's
So enjoy your album
And remember
To stop by
All I want is money money money money nothin less
I came from nothing my nigga
I want the best surrounded by with
Nothing but hustling in they flesh
Driving like the restless wind across this precious land
In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
Says Bill, "The air is clean
the mood
Yea I feel that
What a life
Dollar bills stacked
I'm meeting with the Prez
Get our bills back
Skin Black
Yea you dig that
Come over here
That's
On the road, in the air
Across the sea, across the land
Going
Everywhere, meeting everyone
Around the globe, around your head
Across
Your soul, all
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
I got my drank poured
I got these j's rolled up
No need to change clothes
I'll be fine in what I got on
Keep meeting new hoes
And fucking
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