Lyrics:
house, and it's fulla guns!
I'm down for mine and my choke is nice and hard
When you jack the boss there ain't no holds barred!
No holds barred
No
got emotional and I'm not known to be a crier
But I feel still
And when it feel real
I take that moment in my heart and let the feels heal
To all my
know that every beat I come across is flammable
I'm Mr. Undefined, Nice to meet you
See ya and wouldn't wanna be you
I just looked her in her face
alone
Mix the Number (N) ine with the rhinestone
Counting that guap, that's what I'm on
Counting that guap, boy yeah I love it
G2, and I'm hot like a oven
with me
Being alone is fine when the vibe is right
But it would be so much better with you by my side
Cause You're my favorite melody
My lucky charm, my
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
stereo loud so crank the system
For the humble on the path I paint a vision
How far will a nigga go just for attention
And to be remembered, you forgot
helper of cuts, Cut-Creator is his name
The boys' so nice, my boat is your strain
You could re-arrange but you don't have the brains
To arrange
By All Means Necessary
Written, produced, directed, by Blastmaster KRS-One
Mixed, by DJ Doc
And now.. it's TIME.. to GET {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
BDP
for a 6am
There ain't much that I wouldn't do to slide in hard and break up two
Yeah I'd give anything to be on a 12-hour bus down to Myrtle Beach
Ladies and gentleman
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Check it out
Boys boys
Bad Boys Blue
I really don’t know the games that you play
I don’t know if
with your face had your nose sounding like some bagpipes
Its ok because soon enough you'll be pickin up a crack pipe
Said I wouldn't even speak on it
But
Different color strains looking like there's Tie-Die in it
My youngin said don't pull a drive by in it
Cause he'll shoot a rapper Bentley up like CyHi in
I be
lonely
But away and on my own
I don't need walls or my belongings
Just need you here, and now I know
The view is nice, but it can't be paradise
Without you
is be mad at me
Bitch, don't threaten me
Niggas don't know I'm nice with these
You pay the price with these
Come by this pisces, your life cease
[Intro - Pharrel]
Malice saying we to hot
New verses please
c'mon!
[Chorus - Pharrel]
Hot Damn, its a new day
Hot Damn, what them boys want
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Tell the world the truth, No! She wouldn't dare
It would sure provoke calamity with storming rage
Quite! Since the church demands a very good image
It
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
that pursued?
What, if, things panned out to be exactly how you imagine with no distractions
Would you still see it through?
Or would you take it for
patterned
To be fair we don't go Hatton
We don't tell lies
I think the kids call it no cappin'
The boys rough but the flows satin
I J Hus'tle and I'm
(off a trip)
They Said that I wouldn't be shit, and All my accomplishment couldn't Exists
(Say it again), Got ya boy feeling Like the shit, (like
Michael)
Oh, you're such a nice boy
(Yeah, Posse B) oh, Biscuit, Andre, Butch, Johnny
(Hop Scott) oh, he's a great boy
(Yo, the Def Duo) oh, they Def,
dared him to-
And you had left the harp alone
We wouldn't be in trouble (well, if you hadn't thrown away the bean)
In the first place! (In the first
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