Lyrics:
an album, get classes
(Chorus)
(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
on a wheel-barrow
Drove me to the gate
Could not escape
Much too late
the gate was real narrow
So she carried me home, carried me home, carried me home
I had
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
day of the week
And then out came the wolves from the superunknown bringing the undertow takin' me home
My face lifted but my album was black so I said
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
Blake Shelton Sings Austin.
It's on his 2001 Album.
She left without leaving a number
Said she needed to clear her mind
He figured she'd gone
the album, y'all got me feeling important
But I never gas myself, was taught to practice humility
Besides, boasting and bragging just takes up too much energy
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
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of rumors have you murder sense the release of that album
And some of the things you been through
Well let me put it like this
All this fools talkin'
Been a long drive
Took the backroad home
Love my baby momma
Boy she got my backbone
She been sticking with me
Even when the racks gone
Tell them
tweed or no yak
more like 25 pounds of get back & I can tell by ya
walk it's talk back but if that ain't yo case let me take a ride
on yo' love
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky, oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki, oh
For
As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky, oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki, oh
For
New Hat?
Forget it!
Moby Dick?
Never read it!
I came home today
And both our cars were gone.
And there were all these new pink
Flamingoes
And tip my heart and see my home
And you see
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
help me run from my pain, from my pain I hid (Yeah)
Never thought that I would find a love like this (Yeah)
Now her heart is my home, yeah because of it
Chick knows I got a rubber dick
You know what gone in 60 secs is?
A movie, I'm being me
Just cooling and my DVD
And my BVDs are so I-C-E
Y
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
me
I don't care who they be keep a Glock in my reach
They don't hustle like me they ain't rapping like me
Nigga we was dead broke shawty we was on E
But now it's '98, I'm all about gettin' paid
Fuck that bullshit you niggas be on in your videos
Drive the shit your C.E.O. own
In their home
now resemble me
Went home to sleep, deep down, there's tension when you knowin' that somethin' missin'
Suck it up, put all of my energy back in Islah
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