Lyrics:
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
pass up no pooty
She started strippin' at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin' her down with the diznick
I didn't have
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldn't get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
mama cry
I'm on my toes I know for grind
I wanna blow I wanna get high
The reaper knocking on my door
Should I go and open
They wanna see me down
They
Your mama's front door, scared the hell out of me
Marching up to it, just barely sixteen
They said, "Be back by 10", and at 9:54
I kissed you
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
your outback friends will play
Three wide steps take you to the top, where you are greeted by a bright yellow door
Bursting with character
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
You like drinkin champagne wit a view
We got everything ain't gotta front now
Heard you got
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
Ay ima roll one real quick lets go
We still glide out you should know by now in the 4 door
We're rolling round
Sweet one can hold this down
My name
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
doors
They say "Damn boy why yo doors do that for?"
What ya mean?
Cause I'm trying to get up!
And if you think I'm down with you
Then you got me fucked
3
All black shades like Eazy E
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was a gangsta, that's the G
Listen to the tale I tell
A haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
My path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open
hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, the little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching down to the ground
The ants go marching three by
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