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your feet back in the water, get some more
See, he gon' tell you now
Tell me what you here for
She gon' bless you now
Careful what you wishin' for
Tryna Get This Money up
Counting gwuaps
Mama Called Me on the Phone Say Boy You Going Up never let niggas belittle you
You and star you gon shine
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
your feet back in the water, get some more
See, he gon' tell you now
Tell me what you here for
She gon' bless you now
Careful what you wishin' for
Fuck you niggas talkin' to me about?
See, see as a kid
I felt alienated by the niggas who look just like me
Niggas treat my nuance like it, like
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
we is lost, so let's get found
Make me forget all my trust issues
You can't tell me this a phase
So girl by the way
I'm in love with you
Is you tryna
Talking about freedom of speech, freedom of the word,
It's a well-known fact you need cash to make your self heard with,
Topics like this, they don't let
the mornin
When the sun rise, we be on it
Ooh, I got five, you know it's all live
Tell me when to go, baby, when we gon slide?
Baby, when we gon slide?
beneath
People go crazy when they feel me, in the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me
I knew these two
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
By
know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make
learnin'
Guns bustin', tyres turnin', that's a Russian and a German
That's your phone ringin', you can hear the beep
You won't be saved by the bell when
depression, been there before homies told me rolling cigarillos, with something heavy when all you tryna heal is the soul....a lost father just a broken soul
I slap fives with ET
I don't need a feature
They don't want me to eat A La Carte when I'm on this beat
If you feel the same as me, then you got
when you see me, betta not say shit
I'll choke yo ass out like dre did that bitch
You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie
I'm
you'll muhfuckin screw it
But know I'm gon deny it less you show me you can prove it cause
You dont ever pick up when I need you
All your actions are
I'm a motherfucking G, and bitch you gon' listen to me
When I speak, ain't got no time to try to be friendly
Motherfuckers, must didn't hear me
Move
the war All my niggas ready shit we running with the squad
Just a couple niggas round we take it you you and y'all
Let me play the keys for these niggas
Come on, my nigga, let's get rich, ayy, ayy
We gon' be, yeah, we gon' be, yeah
We gon' be on, we gon' be on
They all try to call your
Phone when you get
come around man its prolly gon' rain (so whats you sayin)
Maybe I'm just sayin I can switch up tha flow
How you cant feel me when I'm rocking this show
hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
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