Lyrics:
to offer
Pop out to the club or something
Met shorty with her friends and left with all they numbers
She mad I'm with my brothers,
I keep a tech because I'm
ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,
already got a man, I ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from
say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody
thought you needed me
Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X *
[Nas]
Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost
I ain't know whether to cry
and reflect
On when I wrote my first rhyme
A lot of rain then
Shit those were the worst times
My nephew lost his pops
Now my brother where the birds fly
Where
Speaking by my lingo so they don't know what I'm saying
Militant with my gangsters we know what we facing
We rolled his OG up homie now we get to face it
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
name is mos def and this is how I get in it
Hey yo, my man (huh?)
Somethin' tight comin' through the pipe (what?)
You heard the first time,
Do you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what?
(The first verse, bird)
[Timb]
It's a hot Saturday
My little sister's outside
Playin'
Steady be, Mad Lion
Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and (shit)
My Channel is Live, my only battle is Jive
MC to MC, you won't survive
You'll be censored cause
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
niggas just say
This goes out to Jake Rivera
Revolutionary destroyed by his own country
Just tryin to fight for whats real
This goes out to my
Nigga
to flow, while rockin' the boat (yeah)
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my Desert Eagle barrel touch the back of your
money raaba
Yeah my lady
Whine clean
My thing
Fine thing
My baby want to be with
My thing
Sucking
Milking
My kini
She say she wanna be by my side
She no
the music
Biz only without the female groupies
As soon as I sat down in the captain's
Office, his exact first words to me were
"Don't fuck with my
Staff!"
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my
it's yo' thang
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, glistening, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, oh no, well kiss my ass
Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'cause I murdered my guinea pig
the pain of the world for a second, let it pass by
But for whatever reason, I can't seem to let it die
Take a couple minutes seeing life through my fucking
'em, pull up my skirt
These mans, yeah I got 'em all shook
Earthquake, yeah I got 'em all shook
I came, I don't play by the book
Yeah I make
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I emigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:
Dominican Republic!
said don't worry about that, and I'm a lower my mask
So you can see who you asked these questions as time passed
And I could never be mad, because she
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