Lyrics:
if I want him dead, I knock him off
Fuck the opps, ain't no worries, we hold 50's and hold 30's
He'll be dead by 4:30, we'll turn his brains to a snow
shoes on from last fall
Weather you had Pro Wings or J's
This is for all of y'all from back in the days
Who remembers Penny Loafers
In the oven syrup
and Church Avenue after our maintenance crews investigated reports of an unusual sound (unusual sound) on the tracks near Greenpoint Ave.
All tracks
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Just really can't replace -
So I play my cards by Ace
I'll pray and numb my fuckin' face
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Everywhere I go
Everybody's Gonna Hate me.
I wanna be like J
[Kyleon]
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks
No
become witness
A gift to the Church and the world, that our lives be blessed
May God bless our movement, and all its leaders
Not by our merits, but by
ahead of myself
I'll chill
I know you'd rather hear beats by J
Like J. Dilla
But I got too much more to say
It gets realer
'Cause the system trynna throw
I don't do Apology
Boul the lord might show you mercy, but don't expect it from me
Every line is painted grey
Do not judge me by my ways
I forgot just
Will call us crazy what we did from them Jordan kicks
We didn't even need a stick
Broke apart with you niggas ain't no more I'm trying fix
Mighty J
got pedophiles
And that's cold like Frieza true form
All I see is these hypocrites
And still, wonder why the church torn
Young kids don't believe in
ain’t talking about the wall by Mexico
No I’m bout to let em know
Since you wanna talk about the wall, ok let’s talk about it
Let’s talk bout Barrack
and the street
Shut shit down in the mall, word to Drizzy
Elite, elite, elite
Pac and K.Dot and J.Cole elite
Oh how funny it seems, but by keeping our dreams
the norm
Un uh
My lyrics cause brain damage
Fill out this form
Why
When I record huh
I have to wear protective gear sent by the board
Wow
I'm the new hero
motto was like "Fuck a bitch"
By time I turned thirty, I completed my own bucket list
I don't take threats lightly, careful who you fuckin' with
haters, like the KKK with cha
See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep
Like Tennesee, like in school or church
Talk shit, I'm straight
haters, like the KKK with cha
See you bitch, I'ma banger, Nobody in the ?? roll deep
Like Tennesee, like in school or church
Talk shit, I'm straight
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
homies up in church clothes
You took the shot, that brought the black hoe
And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing
Respect the Mob and Little J
nice with the hands you can't brawl
You can't stall, we hold the black horses
I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses
You lack rawness, you lack
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
grandma, still in the J's
Coco ave. fo-fo mag tucked away when the po-po's pass
Walked to the stove, but don't step on the old folk grass
A 80's baby like
many hoes you would swear i was a pimp
Youngest motherfucker in my city
Did it by myself, fuck your crew fuck your committee
I don't care about
knocked down by a church girl she fooled me look innocent
Its no limit bitch free them menaces. I'll serve your auntie and your uncle
Got pipes on deck for
What a Diva like I did is raise four kids as a single mother in church
Used my hard times, hurts and pains, turned it into this work
You ain’t never
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