Lyrics:
Soul Searching
Come on all you people
Everybody get in the groove
Young and old and hip and square
Everybody's time to move
It's time to make
skills
I lost too many homies to the feds Everybody tryna get a hand out
I ain't shakin' no hands, I still got ARs and FNs
Sometimes I can't even trust
I got the skills to pay the bills
I'm Mike D and I'm bustin' out trap kits (haha)
The time has come so I'm going to rap this (yeah)
You Rip Van
close through one eye
I'm thinking I should do 0 - 60 and run by
But the road blocked and Mr. cop don't look gun shy
He said "how far anything for
it
Drunk an eighth then I drop dead I don't think that they know I'm on it
The red light I got stopped there I could tell 12 by only
Showed 'em my
It don't come off
I'm got to go
'Til the wheels fall off
Some of my niggas
Will kick yo door off
I'm breaking this ground
Can't get my flow off
No more
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me
Mothafuck 'em all
a wonder they don't come home in they suit
I took away some time
Thinkin' how i could, should, would be
If everybody in the world was free
No crime
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
cat girl
Come on now, later on after barking and chat girl
Come on now, look at you freaking the cage girl
Come on now, now everybody seeing them
(Yeah, I'm just chillin
How- come through!
Aight, aight
Aight, shut up)
You can call me Big Boy Bo
I don't drive a 6.0 unless you need 60 bows
Flip
the yellow beetle in these sheets
Every verse I cook up imma make sure you feel the heat
Cuz killing young got the beat that comes with the heat
While you too
Mmm
She's mine
I don't care what you say I'm gonna do it anyway
That's just how I am
Come on lets' go
Life is hard she's young
Sometimes we need
could tell you're a neek when I heard you rap
And if my young G ain't got weed, don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (greaze)
Now you got two
About this track...
It will take you to a near map
Lead you to a hungry young black boy bout to be a man (Be a man)
Grab your balls, stand tall and shout
playa's, 'cause I'm crawling down slow
Come up in the game, just to let everybody know
Playa haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like
to everybody
Got twenty Glock with twelve rifle
That's twenty killers, twelve snipers
Got fish scale just like Red Lobster
My plug, he come from Yale
daddy's gone
Rabbit come home, why ya left us all alone?
But I'm coming man
Just wait at the gates, I'ma be running man
Arms open, eyes wide, full
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
a shark in the sea
A wee bit shy, but I comply by me
And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be
Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold
'em coming
Kill a couple niggas then everybody want 'em
Who gonna shoot and who gonna brawl
If push come to shove everybody know you gonna fall
around, kill all the pythons (kill all the pythons)
Yeah, I can do anything, but I can't die young (I just can't die young)
Yeah, spent two racks
yeah yeah
And you know these n****s will come for me baby (Ha, ha, woah)
So, I need to know what you want from me baby yeah yeah
‘Cause not everybody can
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