Lyrics:
gotta steal
But listen to the radio, it's obvious I still kill
But y'all was in the game way before me
So why you wanna do some shit I did in '03
I'm
just go for it, or it's no glory
Boy them lame a** stories gettin so boring
I can spot a pretender with no binoculars
You should know by now baby it
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
us dat we gotta go
Homicide suicide on the radio
My heart it sunk into my stomach body hit the floor
They found my brother dead another body by
should've won Nobel
Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga
Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas
Took chances, slow dance with the devil
down
I put it down
Why destroy what you love
Look around
Surrounded by chalk marks on the ground
Where the lost got found
Why it all come
wanna swing
But if you get jooked, don't sing
Not a long ting to do the hype ting
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs
this
And now I've got the whole 5ive twisting it and shaking it
I just do my ting, I do mine
They been chilling on the block but I just cruise by
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
loud, enjoy
Radio station BUSH69, hold it down
Grab your money, we're getting out this neighborhood
Milk and honey, we're gonna burn up Hollywood, ooh
UNDEAS (uh, huh)
Lil Ceaser (uh, uh huh)
Queen B (uh huh)
That's Me (uh)
(check it) Lil' Kim
Yo I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein'
not be surprised
By my super-duper killer vibe
And my catchy flowy little rhymes
I've been living with it
Pain
I've been dining with it
Pain
I've been
thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fuck 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
foot on the door
The pain was immense as it started to throb
I said to hell with broken toes I was losing my job
So I combed my hair then I brushed
foot on the door
The pain was immense as it started to throb
I said to hell with broken toes I was losing my job
So I combed my hair then I brushed
watch 'friends' with you
Oh, if you feel like you have time to do a song or you're inspired
You should just go for it (oh)
Slow down on Monday (yeah,
on come on
Oh Lord do it again
Ridin with the devil on a southbound train
You stick the needle straight into my pain
And ride the motherfucker down
chains round the neck
He ever seen her before, her face don't connect
No, so keep it on the low, go
Seizes her by the arm
Looks right into the eyes cause
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
sub-zero with the flow
I be writing in the pages through the stages as I grow
Man I do this for the pain on my body in my brain
When it gets unbearable
Yeah
Uh, Its Sig
You know the vibes
Uh
Yeah
Look
Check me out uh
I'm just here funk flexing on a playlist
Ain't make the radio but I still got hits
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
her headphones on, you know she's still listening to the radio
And she'll do anything she can
She's gonna go for it
So don't go making too many plans
Justa 'nother love song, on the radio...
Here we go...
Justa 'nother love song, on the radio...
Hey...
Oh, it was twilight time
We were riding
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