Lyrics:
God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your (brain!) You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
the album?
Naw I heard it was weak
You got the album?
I said it was weak
But the shit don't come out till next week
Hey Yo I like the nigga's beats
Yo
(Chorus)
[PD]
I took rap by the throat & locked it
P-Diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it
Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it
lawyer got me off now I'm sittin' in somethin'
{It's me, why y'all wanna stop me man I just put the...}
Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Five O!
{I just put these
forward to
Three, four, five bitches in my Porsche coupe
And yeah, I be on that ass like a horse's shoe
If her religion is true, I'm 'bout to visit
up
But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow
Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
I'm a damaged God
Bitch you keep hitting the spot
Money talks me, I speak Spanish, bruh
I got four or five digits on my balance, B
the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled
But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground
Grab the dice, blew on 'em
Passed off
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
Rosa Parks
I know that this go too hard
I make y'all shit look easy
Like walking through roses in Parks
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
f*** tough while y'all cook crack
I'm cocaine; throw me in the pot, I rise to the top
With your 5.0, go 'head, look ma, I got four more pegs
Still put
made a whole album
I tell them I know
You see me riding by
You don't gotta act like you know who I am on the inside
Young triple Five, best thing you'll
the Cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new UV's
With one, two, three, four, five TV's
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
wanna go out, can you tell me where the spot is)
Well we're partying all night, and everybody is having a good time
(I wanna get nice, I wanna get live,
it
Yall took a thing I love the most and now you playin with it
That which keeps me sane is now the thing that drives me crazy
Spent a weekend in
up, mayn
So now I'm watchin' every nigga with a hawk eye
Put on a wig just like them homies doin walk-by
I think I need to see the Wiz cause I
do it
Only four checks and I'm takin' all 4 of em' I'm makin' money, make 40 in 40
Run me a bag, I'll get y'all with my toolie Make it tick, love me,
check your Verizon
I'm finding flows so there's no use in hiding
It's Four letters best believe we stay rising
Y'all won't even drop, y'all just stay
real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding wit y'all
How y'all feelin', listen to the album 'cause it's bangin'
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