Lyrics:
When you come to down me playa please don't miss
'cause that don't do nothin' but get my trigga finga pissed
If I live I live, if I die it's cool
'cause
a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak,
the blocks I'm on
And everybody want to know where the kid go? Where he rest at?
Where he shop at and dress at?
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
planned to do
She said son, are you coming by?
And I said well mom, you know I'd be pressed for time but
I'll phone you in a week or two
I was driving
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
nothing to loose.
I just popped a pill, and it was blue
30 milligrams, I took two
Bad bitch I fuck them all the time by the two
And you know I'm always
Outta state strips would have to be basic
98 percent shit they could fiend brain shit face it
X1 no doubt I'm way sick
I need weed spots at least 2
out and use gun like shield
The crew is worldwide, to think we started from the Hill
Beware, of quiet niggaz layin in the cut (for what?)
Insane Clown Posse!
ICP! About to take you way back! Way back that is, to vernor!
Posse, Yeah!
Me and Shaggy 2 Dope
In the home away from home
In
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
When I was five years old I
Used to hear funk and soul
Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo
Looking at the photos, buggin on the names
With
haters like protons
Art of conversation rapping to my destination
I don’t see no expiration pass it to next generation
Live by them then you die by them
for the ride what it do
Only keep one or like two in my crew
Pocket it's sticky it's sticky like glue
忍び They know me they coming right through
Only
debate, the reinnastate, a paperweight
To rennovate, techniplate, and immigrate
And playahate, lay your face, we keep it live
When we roll, cause we
life is good, got no complaints…
They all fucking with me cause I’m off the chain…
[Verse 2: Conscience]
I been wanna open up shop
in my city,
not true
Hot crew
XP in this bitch we made a drop through
Look
Grew in EA, got my Bachelor's at SLU
Know quite a few that'll throw you for loop
How dumb
16 knock and blow spot you gets Dropped
My team on top Nonstop running Ya block
Hot stock On the clock
No time for small talk
Yo crew tens on the 2
Not
Caught in
a Biggie and Pac conflict before they were hit by the cops.
Verse 2 -
No other peas in this pod. You can say that I'm odd, even.
I can
demands and ex-, cerpt;
Can't define my net, worth,
Priceless like old art, work,
But taken advantage
By this governmental network;
Trying to make my vision
Shocker, call me Shocker for short
You can catch me thuggin the West coast
either catch me, shop in New York
Either poppin the cork on the Cristal
Two phases, three forms, you're on the fourth stage of cancer
Forsaken by character growth, the Mary Sue Storm I loathe
The shown Fake Out clone
earned not given, bigg coke taught me a lesson or 2
Don't fuck with me or my family or you gon go missing
Cut you into pieces by the river, now you
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