Lyrics:
that number by 10
See how easy that is
Place two zeros after any number
And you've multiplied that number by 100
See how simple that is
Place three
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alleged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago
Three billion strong and here
humiliation
And hurtful comments from the boss
I'm just praying by the weekend
I can earn enough for us
Found a house that won't repair itself
With it's
to sneak by me
I'm the dominant one, call me the prominent one
And as I'm speakin I'll be bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
on the road, neck and wrists on froze (say word)
Checks with O's, O-O-O-O-O's
Straight all across the globe, watch got three time-zones
Keep the digital phone
that the three will be your thread
But like my man Chuck D said, "What a brother know"
Dance while I play and the cue cards sway
From my flower girls
Malcolm X, we kill by any means (kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (fresh)
I'm givin' her back to the streets, I got
the seeds asshole
You can breathe three-hundred-and-sixty degrees
Of heat, sing with the soul
Straight from the streets, of Illadelph
Move your feet -
the seeds asshole
You can breathe three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of heat
Sing with the soul
Straight from the streets of Lladelph
Move your feet, ahh-hah,
a kid)
One day that goat
(One day that goat)
Was feeling fine
(Was feeling fine)
Ate three red shirts
(Ate three red shirts)
Right off the line
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
the darkness
And I was never bright enough
I wish you'd never met me maybe then you'd be alive
And you'd be happy with your husband, three kids and suburban
Lully, lullay thou little tine child
By, by, lully, lullay,
Thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
The three kings traveled from afar
Redet dauernd in seinen Songs über Drive-Bys (Drive-Bys)
Huh, huh! Kennst du das Geräusch?
Huh, huh! Kennst du das Geräusch?
So klingt das, wenn ich
And I know I would of crashed if you never was around
So don't go,
Don't leave,
Please stay,
With me,
You are, the only thing, I need to get by,
To get
to get by, to get by
Yeah I spent a little change on you
But you always give it back
that's how I know you ain't here for the money
you just
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your
up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this
1. Era One
2. Universal Soul
Underneath the world built by reason
Lay the foundations of a different
Perception
Putting light on a brand new
the Bay of
Biscay on the morrow. I was not always called by this name, you know... To
you, I am Caleb Blackthorne, battle-scarred master of an English
son
If I could reach out an touch her she just get bucked
But I'm locked out stressed out mad as fuck
and I down want to wait
hook:(sang by Joya) 3x
I
moving, then we're out
Food up in the pot, food up in the couch
Get it by the box, move it by the ounce
She ain't never liked it, baby
That's what we're
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