Lyrics:
here, twenty four hour lockdown
Was wanted on the net by the detects, number one suspected
Callin' home collect, Auntie Nette the only one acceptin'
you what's the word on the street
Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat
All the stress got me runnin for shelter
I've seen dice games
went and got three lines
That's a Haiku
Paranoia got me stressing, man I'm
Thinking that they're planning SLR
I've got a cannon i ain't taking photos
I'm
And rollercoaster
I'm pushing for something
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
They can't compete
With the MC ( DMC )
I'm Run and I'm running
My razor slice an open Mic
Michael Tyson confessions
PLUS
Ushers
Deacons and the reverends
love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw all the fakes
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
Leave the knife and the gun in the store
And ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
either shot for straight As or shot a deep three
While real Gs pushed Lana Del Rey and G-Eazy
They pushed keys, not the keys that's pushed by Stevie
hold my own, plus I can carry another's
Rhymes I make strong and watch em take form
On a sucker who steps out his face wrong
I'm the mc to fear and run
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
contain Love!
(Flawless in the flow I Love, and care for all my lovers!)
Nine is triple trine. (Math!)
pattern of divine (Yeah!)
three by three I see, I
bars to break
Everyday this what I see when I awake in this cell
I spend twenty-three hours of the day in this cell
Gotta sleep, gotta shit, gotta
just what I did, until we had a kid
Now the bitch got half my money, plus the crib
Plus the car, plus the limo with the bar
But I guess that's what you
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
kaleesi
Tu es sage nous on est sauvage
T le défrisante chui la calvitie
Katchu katchu
Pourrait tu aller dire à dadju
Lover c plus la peine
on the corner gripping Glock nines (thank god)
Luckily my neighborhood was not a drug spot
I be filming all my dreaming like a montage
I’m a lover not a fighter
adding up to sum plus one
Coming for the top you know that little vest won’t stop nothing if I load these three o eights I promise imma drop something
I
Shob you my heart throb
Seen you aisle five
Tryna see if me plus you could combine
Tryna see if me plus you is a vibe
Tryna see if me plus you is
shit
See the puppets ain't do it
You keepin' up what they viewin'
You see the numbers they
Doin', you feedin' us, the three of us
Plus 9th more than
Judgment
Sup-p-z-z-z, (huh) a lot of you j-u-d-g-y mother-lovers out there.
Ah yeah, you need to control yourself (ha-a-a-a)
T-1-C-3 who said you
bring your sexy body to the front and make some noise
While these beats wind the Likwit homies up like Freakazoids
Plus my style as hot as sex
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