Lyrics:
getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
Down, down and down
You always had my heart
Now I don't know where it is now
I don't know where you are
I don't want you to cry
No, I don't want you
Christmas on me this year
No, my time isn't free this year
Damn, I thought I'd be rich by now
Fuck it tho at least I found my sound
Look
I'm top tier
the
Past, we can say that what we are
Facing is not as bad as
The perils of the 1930s and the
Subsequent war years in fact
The reality of twenty-first-century
reachin'
They had gats in each others faces
With kids and grandmothers around
Frank's only concern was his papers
My man Killa let off, half of them fake
And the main lesson
And this was over years
But the drummer always
Has to do what's best for the song
And one day
Yaeli's daughter Hadas
Told my sister and I
But who's fault?
My nigga High brought the barbeque sauce
Paper plates, the foils and forks
Killa brought the Frank's
We do it in the park all night
Old
Over and over and over again
I just keep doing this trying to win
What am I doing they asking me when
The album come out
It got pushed back again
My
out ya ass!
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are
Copyright Raymond F. Quinton - 2023
My friend Frank from Missouri n me used to be pretty tight
He used to read and laugh and think and prolifically write
But
Rapping up a stewardess
First class, I am so new at this
Used to ride the metro
Now that shit is retro
Like the infrareds on my feet, baby let's go
Sinatra
no Frank Sinatra coz I don't need lyrics
When I write a symphony I cannot hear it
And I'll never die and I'll tell you what proves it
I'm alive in
then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
you say that you are is that how you really movin?
Takin' 'em shots we shootin' it back like
Grrr bah bah bah
Why are you movin' so sideways?
Like Frank
behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
lie women lie, numbers don't
Ain't nothing changed for me except the year it is
I think have to send you a reminder
Here it is
Reminder (ar
of the back out my car
One of each of these girls (?) going in the back door
Yeah we're outside the world famous (???) bar
Crazed couples are pumping away
came from unsuspecting upfall
And where I sit and wish that they weren't right
For 6 long years did my life see no better
To be beaten and battered
Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
[Fat Joe]
Aww shit, what we have here
Ninety-three and it's a brand new year
My name is Fat Joe I got shit locked
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Verse 1
Me and my bros like the rat pack, but to be Frank this Sinatra old back pack
Rap, this is buffalo tracks that you can track back and watch
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