Lyrics:
all mine
Yeah
I've been doing this since I was young
Had a novel of writtens
Sittin right on my tongue
Had a plan so we could make it out of
Where we
anymore
I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar
And I can't help being
with a clitch
My darg hit the MAC-11 ringing like a chick
There's levels to this ting, he's a killer, you're a prick
You never put in work so you're
sold
Matter of fact it never even got the time to sprout
So you could never give me body or come in my house
The Flavor Unit is doing back again this
the white, choppers by the back door
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring
Got
the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box
these pages
This is the difference when you control cadence
I got them all stuck in amazement
Only one pen. I do not blaze it
My taxes, the only time I
hear their screams ringing
On stage with these boys, though I think of them as Brothers now
They've got my back, I've got theirs
If they need me, boy
Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating
By the pricking of my thumbs
the work's all done this fall
Now when I left my home, boys, my Mother for me cried
She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died
My Mother's
fault dear
This is my year, I can clearly hear
The bells ringing and stick shifting into gear
Got my hands on the wheel and it's easy for me to steer
So
I'm gone
This new song got they ears ringing like a phone
I might go crazy on these niqqas like Capone
If you flaw and you know it then you on ya own
they play this in the club they go nuts
Sweat all night 'till it smell like must
So Busta what's to discust?
I don't know but boy what's up (Throw it
seeking
Strumming love songs
Got my Strato' cat ringing
The king of the jungle
Hear me roar from a tree limb
All over you
Baby I'm a bout to leap in
It's
that's for no doubt
I can just wipe it all out and go back to SOHO
Since way back when, I've been aiming it high
To see my face goes by in flashing lights
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
keep it nasty like JaronOnTheBeat yeah
All my boys on creep
We twelve deep up in the jeep
None of us have a new piece
Straight out the mud blood run off
of fact it never even got the time to sprout
So you could never give me body or come in my house
The Flavor Unit is doing back again this year
How many
But I see the fall of when I stare myself in the mirror
But when I try to see sh*t clearly
Some of y'all try to have my back where the wall is facing
you in your bucket while you thuggin'
You heard me? I'm on side you in your home, and I got my chrome out
And I'm layin' down, every Devil come around
this weight
Could you be my fifth for my fear when my liver lonely
Music to my ear when I hear fingers counting money
Prezy out my wrist, rock my fist I
around with a suicide whore
Uh, there's no love in the streets and this blood on my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing
with a suicide whore
There's no love in the
Streets and this blood
On my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing everything
then don't hop in this ride
Ringing them bells like they ringing my line
Ignoring my phone like I let it die
Ain't no point in talking to listen to lies
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