Lyrics:
played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
Lifeboat
Written By Matthew Szlachetka (SESAC/ Francis Marie Publishing) & Timothy Lee Jones (ASCAP/ Just A Southern Song)
Copyright Matthew
fosho, everywhere I go
People caught up in theyself money, cars and clothes yea
They talk about it all the time and put it in they songs
Drive around
transaction of physical attraction being left in a dirty alley.
The black cat walks by like a lady of the night.
La La La Land. One woman band. Sand on her
And if you're soft, don't go through it when it gets dark
Cause at nighttime niggas try to tax
They're sneakier than alley cats
That's why I carry gats
yo snap that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my Johnson
Where the tools kept, who I be? The code name
local cats respecting my name
Rolling solo get mistaken for weakness
Do me a favor, please don’t repeat this
I done seen the biggest goons get took down
yourself
Best believe the Qur'an influenced all of my songs
My fans run and tattoo 'em all on they arms
Wanna travel, be there every time I perform
Now
on Cole
I been swole for two weeks, Since Danny been gone
Sarge says the lieutenent must have acted alone
Caught him in the alley with the video on his
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
wouldn't be true if I were to just to stand by
And keep watching
buffoon rappers moshing
to songs shank the culture rein-grain the offspring
So when I
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley trading hands
Along came Wild Billy with his friend Gee Man
All duded up for Saturday night
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley tradin hands
Long came Wild Billy with his friend
G-Man all duded up for Saturday night
been
and all the songs that you've done and all the cats you've worked with,
is there anything you'd do differently?
What I mean to say is, do you have
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
the first time I saw krs live, rockin' it
I heard resurrection by common sense
Dominant in my psyche
I chose my direction like spike lee
To speak my life
on
I'm a front-line pusher, for the cheese, I stay on the defense
Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch, I ain't no sucka
Not the one
Come on now, ah
Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley trading hands
Along came Wild Billy with his friend Gee Man
All duded up for Saturday night
shiesty
Diamonds gon shine off the white tee
Amiri jeans on with a wife beater
Square up with the cat I'm a wife beater
Flood out my mouth like an ice eater
Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that
peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling
measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!
Does
neighbors hit my door 'cause they hear me when they sleep
Fuck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee
Fuck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners
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