Lyrics:
the chasing
Can't get down with the saline
Can't be down with the fake
Money in the safe (It ain't safe)
120 in the dodge on me (It ain't safe)
Bags
and pull out my two shot derringer
Cause yes, Heather be comes classier
Cause Heather be , Jamal-Ski, and KRS the trainer
makes up the dope crew
before you cross the road
Just remember who you trust, don’t be deceived by greed and lust… is there anyone there?
I got a feeling, very appealing,
patient but I think I'm losing my mind
They telling me to chase my dreams like it ain't come straight out my mind
I must be out my mind to really think I'm
them angels down
Still gotta ride wit da thang Around
Niggas still tryna take me out
Where I come from
Yeah
A lot niggas ain't gone make it out
If money
and I wasn't even ready to come in yet
Ah
Let me set this drink down
Beat up a gal, start beef with a pal
Probably be wild 'til I'm wrinkled
gotta call you out
come on put your son in check
By your rules gotta treat these haters with respect
niggas look like me wanna kill me for respect
And I
could see us would you come back to the ground now?
And see that everything would be okay with us by your side
I told you your daughter was pregnant and I
I thought you were god
I thought you were god. Didn't know you were hurt
Mountains they'll rust
Turn into dust
Strength can fade
Out and unmade
All
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
times
How come I never made it
Maybe it's the way the played it in my heart
I knew one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes, so many vivid
Ayy Storm muhfuckas out here trippin'
Yank some of these bitches
By they collar baby
Of my comrades (Comrades)
Yeah! For all you mothafuckas who
Be
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
wanna be down But I'm a hit ya with the heat now Cause when I creep now, deep down, nigga wanna let it go But when it comes to the fetty, yo You see
in me (preach)
Ain't no grave finna hold Him down
Let the old fade away before time runs out
It's the hour to glorify the son of man
He's got power
ballin', so crystal clear, I see it
Even though you mad at me, you'll be glad to see the strategy
Of makin' these chips come so easily
I max out in
, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
[KRS-One]
Easssssssssy mahn!
It's impossible to take out Boogie Down Productions
SEEN?
Yes.. come mi say
Intro/Chorus: KRS-One
Come to the t'cha,
name
Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy
Q.B., Dupri baby
When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin'
(I've got to have it)
When it
that's where I be
Know how many people try to get by me?
Wonder how many tricks I got up my fleece
They say my shit be too outlandish, yeah this drip from
Bone]
Remember when that dog jumped out of the darkside,
Come creep in the barrel bitch if you test my hood,
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your
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