Lyrics:
reading and still see
The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
mind
By saying the words like a verse
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CHORUS
I don't know who you are
but you are my muse so devine
what if we'd meet
things'd never be the same
so you
bodies
We stick in the dirt
Wait around I'ma pick you a hearse
I like the long black ones
Drive around while spinning on two wheels
It's whatever you feel,
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
No matter how hard it gets I maintain from my muscle
Old school interior force I'm Bill
Russell
Life is never free never cheap I gotta hustle
Kinda
a couple of Nigga’s
If you don’t believe me
Just ask Phew that’s why we humble niggas
I hold my head for the fallen
so they see me up
I had
Yusef:
This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course
Muse bound bop
mood
Been in my lane, no room for two
I feel like
Dio, Dio, Dio
Just look at my stance
This that
Dior, Dior, Dior
All on my bag, shoes, and my pants
Yea,
to me ah ah
Girl you know oh
You be my muse
You be good news
Everything I buy for you, I’ll buy for two
Girl as long is fine by you
Every weekend Medicare
Wetin my eye don see
No be by craze, its only by grace
If e no work today, we go try again
Jeje laye, ka de ma ni suru – eh eh
Emi ma korede oh oh
Ayo
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Late night hustle goin' down in the city
A one way street on the wrong
over Chorus Two]
Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them up
Them No Limit girls, get money or what?
Told y'all clownz ain't no stoppin us
Putcha gameface
96th Street. There is no 1, 2, or 3 service in most of Manhattan.
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a pound or two
Once the pack touch my hand then it's off to the races
One thing I don't do is deal with random faces
Money only gonna come in by how fast
was only me and you
The only two
I preach to god and angel too
Never see eye to eye
But we always move by two
Good and bad I learnt from you
Im
One two
One two yee
Started from the bottom now we going to the top
Damn made it out the muscle now we finna drop
Had to go through the struggle
fucking Vans
Rubbin' my hands because I'm an evil man
Bitch, I'm Jakey
Not no other man
It's 7ake & Ang3 & JRAG
I got two bands
I got two hands
Use 'em
a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than
rush 2
In the city of lights, heartbeats ignite
As the clock strikes twelve, we come alive come alive
Lost souls seeking thrill, adrenaline's high
We're
for get G like 30
I for dey ball like fati
I for no mind to party
But no be by power no be by muscle
I no go tire I will keep on hustle
For this life me
The muses visit me.
Yet in soft, low tones,
They always say to me,
Say to me,
"It ain't no groove thing,
It ain't no country twang,
It's a simple refrain;
realignment
And you pressure don't need no reminder
Fuck them hoes, you can do it by yourself
Baby come a lil closer and share a breath
From the South, but I
Can’t tell me nuthin (u can not tell me nuthin)
Mothafuckas can’t tell me nuthin (can’t tell me nuthin)
Na, nada, no, no (can’t tell me nuthin)
Ha,
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