Lyrics:
and Nobles store (Barnes and Noble store)
You must think you're Orson Wells
And this is 1954
You don't understand liberty until
Someone speaks for y'all
I've heard it said,
That people come into our lives,
For a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are lead to those,
Who help us most
been feelin lost, why?
Even try to abide to the false lies
It was never my intention
To be misunderstood
But if I don't stand for nothing
That must mean
to the bone
Make it end, and sit me by the throne!
This isn't cool!
What did I do?
Why must I pay the due?
It's critical!
Wanna hear from you!
Why can't we
We can meet in the middle and work with you
But if not, don't get mad when we burning you
It don't get no more better than this
It ain't no game but
got something to say
y'all better not fuck with me
'cause I'm had a bad day
[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
y'all must really think I'm
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
up
You must be cool although you're a gangster there in your area
If you come by other area or other turf
You must be gentlemen cause we're the only
don't really get it girl you must think I'm ugly
I can't think of any other reason so it must be and lately I just
Stopped talking so I don't dig myself
to criticism that's given
From little men who be ripping and driven by cynicism
Good God, good riddance there must be something I'm missing
Cause everything that
Told me you love me don't know why you said that
And you say you hate me don't know why you come back
I don't really need nobody cause I got my own
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
come wrong if you don't come strong,
You better catch wreck! mothafucker, I made the song.
Styles will vary, they won't carry over.
Don't fuck with no
nothing nice"
They on fire, that must be them Hot Boys
You motherfucking right, you think this not girl?
Better think twice, get it right dog
Know you
the kitchen (when I'm in the kitchen)
I make plenty cash (cash)
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love
the kitchen (when I'm in the kitchen)
I make plenty cash (cash)
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love
eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
Gonna come around
Comin' my way yeah
Stay outta my lane yeah
Gonna come around
Breathin' in the haze yeah
Bringin' on the fade yeah
Don't you turn
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
on
Gunshots up the block heard
A young cat must've got served
A hard head made a soft ass
You talk that shit, you better walk fast
Street life 'til
Baby ain't been coming around, no
As much as he used to
If there's something going down then I better know
'Cause I don't wanna lose him
Must have
Happiness is disguise
This is why I'm defined
By these three letters
And nothing seems to be making me better
It just keeps terror-ising my thoughts
I gotta
Will you stay by my side
When the world comes crashing down
Don't you wave the white flag
We won't be lost souls
Watch the seagulls the fly free
They
Season)
Go hard
From slap-and-cry you start to die
So I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me
Just like Bobby know water
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