Lyrics:
"Nowadays, it's the ways of
The underground" -
Artifacts' "C'mon Wit Da Git Down"
"Bring it back that old New York
Rap" - KRS-One's "Bring It Back"
"The
Gotta get her home some way
Come on Mr Lonely man
C'mon help me make a plan
Since that girl left I hurt a lot
I don't usually talk to mirrors
But
own, I don't need niggas, in return they gon needs some favours yeah
Slump drip like key (C'mon)
Talk 'bout key, lowkey (Lowkey)
Folks locks my socks
I need it's a beat he'll lend
I wanna take time-out, to talk about him
Cause frankly I don't know what I would do without him
We work together like
And my niggas say, we want the fame! C'mon
One thing we all adore
Something worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for
I let the street declare war
When you want that beef
(Want that beef, yeah)
Talk cheap, get money, I was taught to ride
Loyalty came first
And we
a good one
Soon we'll say back to the
Tunes and being top guns
And yet we'll never regret and say
This is what we should've done
The clock she runs c'mon
at the top of the Fo' Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I'm feeding
Years go by I'm lookin'
Through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel
it but
Sometimes she holds the mic wrong
She just try to make every
Situation right for him
Keep that gushy tight for him
Clean wet white warm
Talk bad
hey...anyway
When we do talk then I get sucked into
Introductions to your ego
You're rubbing me the wrong way
Hello hi hey...anyway
[VERSE 1] (Vursatyl)
Hey yo
We are as close as three-part harmony, wouldn't you agree?
And if by chance our romance ended it would surely be the end of me
Some people might
Everyone can tell by now
I just can't lie you see
What shall I say to hide it, to hide it baby
No words can convey your lips melting into mine
No
Take a walk on the beach
With the fam' in the sand
Be glad that's what you got(what you got)
Oh my, oh my, oh my(oh my)
Talk that talk better teach
talk)
In my new spot leave your shoes by the rug
Niggas dissing these dudes want a buzz
Man I lost all of my screws as a pup
On 4 or 5 blues I was stuck
with the silencers
And at seven thirty, y'all niggaz meet me at Veronica's
Aight, no doubt, yo be safe, yo nigga, I'm out
Let me talk to him, let me
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
[Busta Rhymes]
Why'know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said,
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto."
But
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
bitches on my sack I feel like a King
Man these niggas can't fuck with me
C'mon
I don't wanna fall in love because I'm traumatized
Ion even want you by my
given day
The adjective amazing, spelled with an 'A'
And a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
Rhymin was
yo, this is for dolo son
Yo, man, c'mon pass the blunt man (yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)
Wassup man? (yo, hold it
But you too high class
No one can get pass
No one can by pass
Yea this won't last
She said eat it up
I said Giddy-up
She said speed it up
Get them bands
Ima do 'em Messi by the way I hit my goals
Fuck nigga what you talkin' 'bout
Even with a deaf nigga we the ones they talk about
Can't eat around
a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heels
You know how we do it
c'mon
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