Lyrics:
you
Knockin on heavens door, your beggin to get in
That's when the son of man greets you with the face of Satan
Now you look frightened in the belly
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
ain't ever change
Night and day dream of better things
Hear me knockin up in Heaven gates
Pelican
Fly away
Hide away
Evidence
Outer space
Represent
Make
of the cities of the gangsters and bud
Or you can get bad oh who they thought you was
Ooh damn back by a popular demand
Daz Dillinger back in effect homey
the wormhole, cross to the other side
In dimension 47, nobody can hear you cry
You're in an unknown dimension
Not safe for human bodies to step in
Step in
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
"Big shout out to KT Beats for this one,
Thanks Bruh"
Wanna get to the studio, yes truly though
Cuz you know that we need some raps
Fill up the tank
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
Let us pray, keep demons away, on a daily basis
Razorblade, stab him in his face, he say I look like Satan
Either way,
These demons shrimps I get stocky off pasta
Way too hot like lava
Like Nick Saban I got my own roster
Brand with the star I always been a starter
I had
little noise? It's just me knockin' at your door
And if you don't play it right Then I'ma leave you so unsure
Do you hear that little noise? It's just me
this shit is sweet
I can understand cause by the videos I'm postin'
You can tell I shit ensuite
New clothes the only time I fit in
Wearin' pink
beamin down like the sun I felt rotten
to the core, was at war, cause the enemy is plottin
I hear him knockin, sayin that we got him
Hot like solar, he
house
Everything's calm, got me waitin' now
Hear a knockin' from the street
I went out to see
There's nobody else here with me
I could lie, say you've got
it's time to change jackets
Broke-ass niggas tell me what you hatin' for
I'll get your ass whacked at your own corner store
It's gon' be from the blind
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
(And I never mumble)
Yeah you hear me spittin' this straight heat
(My words never tremble)
Smokin' weed it's exotic not general
(Roll a backwood get me
it out
But by then it’s too late
Yeah
I stay away from all of these demons
Fake love when I hear them speaking
I don’t know how them man still eating
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
Everybody's got the answer
Yet the question still remains, yea
Do you see the difference
Or is the problem still the same
All by my self all by my
sound
The streets are cold, it's eerie, its scary
I try making noise, they couldn't hear me
To my friends and to my fam, I love you dearly
M
I'm
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
sins and mistakes 'fore it's too late
He's always there knockin' on your door, maybe you hear it and maybe you let him in, or Maybe you can't hear it
lie, I told you what I felt at the time
I wasn't high, I know you see yourself in my rhymes
A lot of women I dealt with, could hear these words
Got her attached by the way on her back that I bang
Never forgettin my face
I'm pulling them bands, all of em fans
Thought I already told you that
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