Lyrics:
and selling stocks
Makes him feel he's growing old and tired
There's no joy or strife just by passing time
In this boring life
He wants the lights, the Jaz,
He got lucky, got lucky one time
Hitting with the girl in room 509
She turned her back on him, facing the frame
Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come
Run it back, hoe Run it back, hoe
Ayy, bring lil' thots into the castle Ayy, bullet to yo brain leave a fat hole aye
Ayy, got my muthafuckin' blade
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I’m never strapped
But I know a crew of young guns that’ll send you back
So easy
more tricks than a Hunts Point ho
Search for beats with my man called Show
Then I shoot the gift with my man Fat Joe
I put hits together just like
fat fear that I stall, in me
We here to ball
Gonna touch some clouds 'for I fall
Only do so much, but that's alright
Black clouds block the sunlight
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
on designer shoes
In the trap sacking up dope
And I'm fresh as a fool
I let her suck my dick for fun
But she had a baby by you
That SV watch freeze
Love me
say I didn't warn you
No, I won't mourn for you
Offered you to be in my book
Now I'm an author with a new look
When I walk in the room, I be gunnin'
All
and Fats was headlockin him
I was clockin, about two blocks per minute
And then I thought
That voice there's somethin definitely
Familiar in it not long did
Black Magic by Slayer
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Joe Benson
Cursed
Black magic night
We've been struck down
Down in this Hell
Spells
feeling out a nigga the reason you ain't seen yo boo
We all sippin on some dirty but be the freshest in the room
Know I'm coming with that heat everytime I
How do you like it?
Just me and you in a room livin' out our excitement
On 'til the sun break it up, girl, let's keep us delighted
Me a buck precent
I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
and he balled up
On the bedroom floor
Why you actin' like you the one
Who popped his pistol for?
If everyone in this room was
A mutant from X-Men, you'd be
cashed the check polluted by pyrex
Scales the way it weights
Razor blades and bags
I met PittBull once
I even met Cypress Hill
Fat Joe and Noriega
Hella
near rob us,
We got slowed down by dodgy contract offers,
But it would take a nation of millions to stop us,
We got our propers, paid our dues in
Dropped out
Hopped out
Take it day by day
Sun out beaming
Tryna block the shade away
In the sun
Im a demon
Can't be burnt by rays
In the cut
Pockets fat
night hanging drug selling.
This here the city of the astronauts.
High as hell in the 550 smashing out like, vroom
I'm on my way to the room
With a white
rappin'
I'm dead real with it i steppin' in the game
With a dollar and an attitude
And I'm still with it admit it
Joe shitted
On everybody you thought
the banister
Shoot him on camera then kill his manager
Then hang a banner up
That reads you can't proceed
Without bein' conceived
By one album of the 90's
a problem now
When she walk in the room
What they talkin' bout
Dat ass is so fat
Got em watchin' now
She stunt when she walk
Ain't no talkin' now
snakes who don't make a peep
The plan at the hand in the sand all complete and created
By one man
A blast from the past and a place you can't see
Reminds
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