Lyrics:
that she gonna have her say
Sis got blessed with some cute kids, now big cuzzy got two kids
Man it feels like that was just us, never thought that we
I'll keep you safe in these arms of mine
Hold onto me, pretty baby, can’t you see
I'll keep you safe in these arms of mine
Hold onto me, pretty baby,
overwhelming as fuck, man
By a landslide, the most stressful time I’ve ever had in my life
But you know, that’s what life’s about, you know?
You have your ups,
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
Yeah
You don't gotta tell me 'bout your body count
I don't gotta know your ex's name
'Cause if it just so happens that you turn around and ask me
keep your mind right kids
It wasn't the frontin that got you caught up or the biting
Excited by what I thought up
It was prolly the quality of Your
overseas for a weekend
Show you a rich nigga see shit
F$O Dinero
And you is magnificent
We don't need nobody I got you beside me we count up
to cry.
(dirty little secrets)
You see the last pioneer is waving his flag, framing the organ bone by bone, burning in sections, Twisting his flag
precious
They ducking from the detectives
That arrested all them niggas that stabbed Junior hollon hollon (Rest in power man)
I hope you got everything you
dreams
Nah
Thought I lost everything
Til I
Try to work a job
Found out it was a trap
Aye
Make you wanna rob
5 kids
Just do the math
Try climbing to the top
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
man, you shooting like a rookie that don't know his range
Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the Novocaine
Shit was once an open game, we got it by
Look up and I see
The most high
Everytime you gone
Spit like no lie
Man this is real life
Everytime you speak
You gotta back it up
Oh man there should
Be
I'm ready, I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace, Pimp C, yeah!
Lemme spark up first
(A dedication) I'm ready, ahh-ahh-ow!
Rest in peace the kid
No, Bangladesh looks like a wizard
You think everything looks like a wizard hm
Ghana? Too long
North Macedonia? Too round
Liberia? No
Malaysia? Jay,
back a man
Tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton
Let 'em know you was just like them
But you still rose from that dark place
wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are
you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up
[Method Man]
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana
bitch, I see you out here misleadin' them kids
When you ain't never had a fight in your life
Or had a fight with a nigga 'til you learned
Ain't no more
and I'll make'em real!
I wanna be a better man than I ever was!
I just wanna see my friends become happier! Next!
I just wanna see my wife with my kids in
a roof for her kids
I had to see it through her eyes, I learned to hustle the rent
Been on the street ever since, I should've been in the pin
You wouldn't
working 2 jobs to keep a roof for her kids
I had to see it through her eyes, I learned to hustle the rent
Been on the street ever since, I should've been
man sound as if he cries
It's the pinnacle of what is cynical
CONVERSATION INTERCOM
You hear what I say but
It comes out all wrong
CONVERSATION INTERCOM
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