Lyrics:
yuh watch di Move
All the Don waan kill him fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
Shootin' guns all night
Straight shots of Hen with no chaser
Mo' paper, stubborn, hard headed like Joe Frazier
The Gremlins, the pack that I come with
Keep
less where niggas cop up
So I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up
Ever since a boy just my moms and my poppa
The streets been the old head
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
got more birds than you got clout, boy
Free as a bird in the clouds, boy
I got them birds, sell me them birds
This is absurd, I got them purse
So
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
Through trials and tribulations
In seek of liberation
Na na na na na no
Dem say no guns no war
But if they bring war we got the guns
The misconception is in
or something is that the right one
Another me Psh you'll never sight one
Been dreaming of this since a baby night one
Can't say it enough boy I'm second to none
one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own
breath
They tell us to come forward but gun us down if we step
We living in hell and all we need is God help
I know he looking down like these people
cleaning
They can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggas next to each other
How I do 'em in line
Come
Where I'm going go to now.
Well, I'm burned down,
Shattered, Drowning in this pain.
Wondering when,
You'll Come home again.
Raise me up,
Raise me up
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
come get you no decoys
I'm in the stu this that nic noise
(Pha, pha, pha) don't get hit boy
These are them things that you can't Avoid
I rock them shirts
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by a stray blast
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
you can change em
I breathe life into instrumentals and I'm the person who made em
I sing the hook and leave em hooked my boy
This all entertainment
I
don't be scared come fucking see me
That smoke so fucking loud that when I use it you'll hear crickets boy
Kole
Mmmmm
Guns pop like mollies in this
a Rover, ducked in them rows meetin' quotas
Shorty bipolar, load her by cock I tried to told ya
When movin' the wrong direction ain't no flesh and then
banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi it ain't nothing but gun play
Nigga to catch this nigga I'm ready to peel
even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything I see in my radius
The kid
dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in
she views life wasn't workin'
As a boy she told me wait till' your father to come home
I'm 24 still waitin' for my father to come home
And some
posse
I'm a outlaw country boy, straight up out the bottom
Revolver in my Gator boots, Detroit we gotta problem
Turn down the bass, I'm a turn up
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
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