Lyrics:
But I'm rolling up instead
Flip a zoot up In my fucking pencil case
Then the clock strikes 12 and we gone without a trace
I never wanted to study
I'm
daddy wouldn't abandon us
I gotta backpack full of tracts and I keep it on the Johnny Mac
So are you ready to jam with us
So let's go, give me the word
and strife stricken
we have moral to the full
board your steeds my minions as we path on
tray me I slay the no mutiny
Verse 2:
take a picture of this
you
forget it, let's just go on
Anyway I stepped out of school
Sneaks were Gucci shirt was Polo and my pockets were full
Blew some kisses to the girlies cause
about what I should do
I made a sharp left turn
And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock
Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12
a 12-step plan and he gonna show youhow to do it.
Step One
You admit you are powerless under me
Step Two
You figure that's just gotta be jelly cos jam
jam though
You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go
12-Pointer hangin' right above the mantle
You don't like the program? Change
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
a Gucci link
All the pretty girls wink and I tell em, "You stink!"
Yes, I act so conceited cause I'm a full-breeded
Money-makin, not Jamaican, and no way
a 12-step plan and he gonna show youhow to do it.
Step One
You admit you are powerless under me
Step Two
You figure that's just gotta be jelly cos jam
With hella clothes comes hella shoes
Master 12s or Wing It 2s
Got my Bred 13s by the Guccis, Dub Zeros, they look so icy, next to shoes that's made by
interior all black
With leather seats rimmed up 4 times
I'm in the V-12 watch me blow down
You know me I gotta put my stunt down
And when the laws pass by I
interior all black
With leather seats rimmed up 4 times
I'm in the V-12 watch me blow down
You know me I gotta put my stunt down
And when the laws pass by I
on earth but could not Revelation
I've had the question of I'll ever make it
To the 12 tribes where's there's really Salvation
Prophecies Prophecies
Bobble head Jesus on the dash of your car
Running on faith and you're lucky stars
Down the highway
Pearl Jam on radio
Given to fly on a desolate road
I see
the man, follow the man
With his pockets full of the jam
Follow the man, follow the man
Help me out, daddy, if you can
Got any D, man? (I'm cool)
Got
pearl jam bugs,
Make you fiend like drugs.
Scheme like thugs with tight mobs
We pitfight all bitches that call us scrubs
Triple one's on my back
???
I'm trying to count this money till my fingers jam
Stacks taller than a Pringles can, that's balling
How to get it man, I can't call it
All I know is
the days here, and the I add them up
Cleared out 12 full calendars
Glitches in reality, it's what I keep telling them
Ain't listening so it keep
Bang-bang your head to this
And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who
of what his little girl would do
A drifter, swift to open up and get with ya
A pocket full of dreams, as for my love - forget ya
I never concentrated
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Visions of seeing Nirvana
At the Paramount back in '91
Maybe catch Pearl Jam in '93
I dreamt of all these things
I saw on MTV
It took me over 20
you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I
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