Lyrics:
behind it, my brother Stan, rest in peace (what?)
He gave me this hat twenty-two years ago (damn)
It's my favorite
Can I see that shit for a minute?
-Z]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
Chainz, Dicky & Brain
Em & Jermaine, Kendrick my main
Fifty & Game, Then Joyner came
Run DMC, Easy E
B-I-G, Snoop D O Double G
Andre 3K & Jay Z
Shout out
Ci-ci-ci-ci, movie
Ci-ci-ci-ci, cinema
One, two, three, four
In life I like ravin'
And for the girl and you I have a cravin'
And even dancin'
into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder
they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O Felony
And nobody can stand three of me
Caution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a mission
And be gettin' to your
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
words
So ready set the runner
Don't send my money by bird, I wanna feel the hundreds
Count it - Don't round it out, and not a penny under.
HOOK X2
If I had a dollar for every time these niggas hate, I'd be rich like Jay and Ye
I got rich with Babyface, we came up just making plays (yeah)
Man, I
the KGB
She wanna slide she wanna come to my side and ride me like an ATV
How many bands? Bitch I count one two three, it's easy like ABC
Damn new whip out
nigga
Yo, Bmore, Pimlico Park Heights Ave
Pull up
I'm about to drop at least 3,500 on the next race
Easy
Yeah, big Dutch
Just regular type shit
Let's go
jumpin over like starter fo gold
You know we...
(Chorus 2x)
(Murphy Lee)
It's like a movie especially when I move the E-S
Three-twenty with the espio
Like, whoa, whoa
Sean Don, whoa
Big boys
Look, all I gotta say is what a year, what a year
I decided now that every year is our year
Aw yeah
surround-by sound
Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade
Jamming that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed
I'm throwing up
something
You ain't nothing to me
My passion is crazy
I studied the game 3k down to Jay-Z
Nas and 2pac
BIG and then Shady
Kenny and Cole
JID and Lil Wayne
See
in the car
GQ: Is it true that you wrote the
Songs for Channel Orange in three weeks?
Frank Ocean: yeah
Then I worked on them for nine
Months
on the far side but reppin' the hood like Deezy
I'm more west than Yeezy
In your face like 3-D
Yall living under Jay Rocks
Get Hippie like T.D.E.
Nigga, I
can't choose i can't pick i feel like
The world makes them two different people
But in my mind they're the same person
That's what I keep saying i grew
and pickin' up tags off the flo'
Bag full of clothes I remember havin' rocks in the hall
On the corner with the Glock by the balls
Servin' up a jab
on the road
(Yaaw)
Don't u get merked like Treyvon thoughts so dark that I look like Akon
I do not sing like Jay Sean hit em wit a ting makem run like Saquon
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
simple like A, B, C
Blinded by your love but it's you I see
Do re mi
A b c ,its easy e
1 2 3 ,don't you see
I love you
Do re mi
A b c ,its easy like
1
together, three times two is six
Half of these nigahz is lost, the other half aint shit
Bob and weave in this bitch, as long as I'm making it do what it do
I
B.I.G., Jay, Nas in 1 form
UOWANNA fuck with this, UOWANNA UOWANNA fuck with this, 3rd!
UOWANNA fuck with this, UOWANNA UOWANNA fuck with this, come fuck
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