Lyrics:
with the tongue from our loose lips
Deceptive and toxic like Bobby and a Houston
With no foundation cause we never had a blueprint
With wars
ballin',
wanna see us crawl bruh.
Manny: For sho', lookee here.
On Mondays, you can run all day
On Tuesdays, sit ya ass down (duck out playboy)
haters ain't all shook
I ain't learning on how to make tapes from weight on books
But if you want to live, then you may not look
I'll conquer every fucking
I’m getting these clothes
Ignoring these hoes
Openin’ up doors
Speed it up, slow it down however I want
Astronaut youngin, my flow came from space
So
Down the street I hear a yell come through the barroom door
The Kid has screamed, there's no way I can live unless I run
Said there ain't no lawdog man
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
through duck
Run for cover (BASS!)
[Method Man]
Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
from Houston
But she know I got a rocket
Not a pilot
But going up is a hobby
Can't stop me
Cut from a different cloth
Black sheep
She loving how I run
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
Smeared his lipstick, made his makeup run
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door
Man,
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
Touch down, take the money & run, POW!
(REPEAT HOOK)
VERSE 3 - Tek of Smif-N-Wessun:
P***y h* wanna test I, must be ready to die
You’re f**king with
soldier
About face for a TRU salute, to my tank dogs
Y'all scared to bust, niggas duck, 'cause we ain't sure
So don't flip me, 'cause you'll end up empty
they can
They can can
If I don't say it
I'm a sucka parlayin' it
Don't really matter
When the flow fatter
But I don't don't
Believe
And duck
in a limo
I recorded a demo and you know my MO
H-town slow it way down
Here I picked up the tempo
Thought it was a Benzo
But he wasn't in a Benzo
I
Aye I'm not a rapper but I can rap like y'all Detroit…
Wait this Detroit Flow 3 y'all should already know this by now
Man fuck the intro nigga
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
roll in three's
Posted up I'm blowing trees
Ducking potholes like I duck police
Eyes low looking Chinese
Dressed in designer that's oversees
Bitch I'm
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
shotguns, you name it. All to try to save some of the last unspoiled virgin forest we have left anywhere in this country from being chopped down and turned
in, they're live on air
I see the engineer but he's not aware
So we duck and I drop three caps full of sleeping gas
So the whole crews falling
cousin and Rocky, I come from the gully
What we've done for the money, 'cause my brothers are hungry
You better run to your mummy
Leave man cut up
sauce when I pop
Off with the top off
Finna Wraith fan from a popstar
Man I live a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk at the dealer shit
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