Lyrics:
seem to find ya little revelation
Gotta push it through by movin' forwards
I fell down once but I didn’t get right back up I just laid right in it
I fell
as it
Beans, they took from the cabinet (whoa)
Sorry, I'm just scared of the future
'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hold up
No matter
forget it
(Back on the block to stay)
[ VERSE 3: Big Daddy Kane ]
Back up and give the brother room
To let poetry bloom to whom
It may concern
at the back gate
Pull up cut your car off
Never sip lean in the first place (nah that ain't for me)
'Cause I ain't never wanna nod off (gotta stay up)
I was
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
Pull up and I show up get a bag
I could blow it all tonight, but by tomorrow make it back
Up up on the way up
You don't see us brag
We just gettin'
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
by saying the Holocaust is simply the greatest atrocity on film
Ours was not filmed
(Get up, stand up) No apology, equality
(Stand up for your
birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In
He a rich nigga boss up
She a bad bitch boss up
Broke bitch fall back
Bad bitches boss up (Boss up ay)
Broke bitches fall back (Fall back ay)
)
Straight up
Be by my side
Be by my side
Make you wanna
Do what it do
Be my ride or die
Say she finna
Kick it with the stars
Like a lullaby baby
Oh
Man, she
by
But see the misses on my wristses when I float by
Self control, and I can't tell you no lie
Tryin' to find a soulmate, you end up being so tired
we go
Good morning, Vietnam
Ha (back up, back up, back up, back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
(Back up, back up, back up
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up
on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you
this was a movie, you'd be here by now
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms
Fill up this room row by row
Drop that low, turn up the bass and feel the flow
Feel the tone, make the room shake, feel that bass overtake
You want
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
don't know her name is
Curvy body
Fuck it where her faces
If he reaches
Then he end up faceless
I don't do the back forth
Back back up
Louie G Truck uhh
I
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
poverty was real
We got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga
Back when Nintendo drop bare knuckle brawls
My daddy was beatin' niggas
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