Lyrics:
You can look me up and down, and my DJ too
Because we make up the boogie down productions crew
Takin' out MC's on the 1, 2, 3
No matter who they
the limelight
Wit movies comin' out, yo' time is runnin' out
I just finished doin', 'Live At The Apollo'
Indication from my driver, damn, we're bein' followed
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See
the street, huh
I been up at the top, now they down for me
Huh i was makin' all my noise
You was sound asleep
Hustlin', then I made it on
The count of three
I
Yeah
(Metro)
We ain't givin' out smoke, we givin' out embalmin' fluid
Spin that shit every day, every night
Back to back to back to back to back
stay with the glizzy
Imma glo up and go cop me a Millie
Remember back then she wouldn't fuck with me
Now I blew up and Im runnin the city
I took her out
over the head and drown, and he took
Out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out
The window, slide down the roll
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for
1200 under the hood
better back up when I dash out
id get 3 more if i could
surrounded by ice and I cash out
why am I misunderstood
sometimes it
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
day I will be the one
Poet that's flowin' from nothin' to somethin'
One day I'll be stuntin' now just catch me
Runnin' you know me i'm out here runnin
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
soldiers and troops
If you not ducking then you are a goose
None of my people are rats and snakes
Live by the motto whatever it takes
I got the power like
between
Surreal reality
And the life I'll never live when you're standin' in front of me
All space and time go right out that door when I get lost in your
Hey, say pimp,
This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar,
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man, I don't
Felt like my body had left me and all that's left was a ghost
Threw out a dozen of donuts and bolted straight for the door
Sped down the 48 road and made
that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
[Lord Infamous]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside
back, and now I'm on the pape
I gotta run it up because these niggas can't
Run into the bag, I'm runnin' to the bank
Tryna back door me, so I'm watchin'
All day, all day, all day
Ayy
I been winnin' Charlie Sheen all day
Yah you know i'm ballin' like i'm Charles Barkley (Ballin!)
Runnin' up racks like
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
uh
Mask, hoodie, 'cause this Crippin' ain't got a race, uh
Lord willin' until we runnin' out of faith
No fathers, dead homies, another day (brrt)
face lit up to the rockets red glare
By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
', runnin'
Summon
Woman
Cummin'
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told
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