Lyrics:
the high rollers, street hustlers
Fast money, fast life
But you don't care, 'til you end up with a bullet in your head, boy
People of the city, stop
a tailgate
Down by the river with a six pack
You said no, but it sure sounds great
You climbed up in my old truck
Sittin' right beside me
I cranked up
and you lose, don't hate, just interrogate
Bound by the rules from day one
Bound to the goons disabled
Bound to the moon, I pray, Lord
I've cut some cards,
Hello, mark
I know you're not there but
I know that you love the lord
And I remember when you was a little boy
You used to love music
And you loved to just
caught you in my car
You were huggin' and kissin' her
I sad boy you've gone too far
You've really gone too far
So take it on the chin baby
Take it
and pain
Are like bullet marks
My card, my plan, my life
I am from where your hard
Work pushes you forward
If you're lucky, you could hear it
Here where
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
Aww yeah, uhh, uhh holla if ya hear me, yeah
Holla if ya hear me
You're too near me, to see it clearly
Holla if ya hear me uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
Yeah
cha
She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too"
She thought about it and said, "Cool, it's on"
Pick me up at eight -- then I hung
to meet cha
She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too"
She thought about it and said, "Cool, it's on"
Pick me up at eight -- then I
"Hey, I got a very close friend, who wants to meet cha
She thinks you're pretty, and from what I told her, she too"
She thought about it and said,
room when we kissin' and lickin' you feelin' the mood when I hit you from side
Girl you're the one that be making me happy whenever I'm sad and I love
more no less)
(Bloodclaat boy try fi chat to me)
(No more no less)
(Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?)
(No more no less)
(How high's
for exams on how to be a fool
It's no wonder I'm annoyed
'Cos the state is overjoyed
Just to teach a poor boy
How to join the unemployed
I'm so sick
(Yuh!)
Yeah imma bad boy
I could say meaningless shit on the beat (Yuh)
Still have the bitches down kissin' my feet (Whoa)
Even the priest will be yellin'
go dancing on their hearts
You try not to leave some marks
You're feeling mental
Experimental soul
You don't do these boys by half
And you crush them
bust on Bad Boys, brothers touch for life
Plus Puffy trying to see me
Weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior MAFIA
Some mark-ass tricks
We keep
marriage
Niggas is some nasty creatures, bitches even nastier
They throw it at your boy and it's hard for me to pass it up
Freaky ho's licken niggas ass
to see
If you're bout what you be talkin' bout
Maybe you're the type that likes to tease
Don't be playin' with me unless you playin' with me
Boy, you know
past just getting kind of late
But if you touch my soul
Then promise we can drive the night away baby
When you're kissin my lips baby
Boy that feel like
suicide note
Like you're fishing in a heavy boat
I dare you to come clean
Boy you're looking obscene
My blood is liquid green
You smell like adultery
it feel like what you felt before
Now you're back 'cause you want some more
I can't help but feel the way I do
And girl I got this to say to you
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
Remember when we played? When you made the bad boys go away oh Mark cndrew why'd you leave me? When you took away my need.
Your children always ask,
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