Lyrics:
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
action
My partner, dem make moves
With a mindset of nothing to lose
A bayonet or a chopper when I'm cutting a fool
Embarrassing
I'm just an African
clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
Check out my smile I got some new
I wanna tell you a little story
It's about a guy by the name of Wilhelm Rube Lee
Works for Kewper-Liveinsin Law Firm
Guy's in the business
shit i never used
So i went and got the tools
Now I'm shittin' on these fools
Who used to hate way way way back
Now they wish that
Shoulda been all
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
Singin'
Like MsMakeba Not Imperious Lyricist But
At The Same Time
Nas Is Impenetrable A Menace To
Fools The description of who?
I Resent That A Prince Hat
i'mma dog
And a Dog don't ever stop
Yo it's the cattle dog and snoop
What it do mr Lee made the beat
You know imma act fool
Whats a cattle dog to do i
save us
Well Mama, I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move, I hope
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because
spinnin', eyes began to roll
My head started spinnin', eyes began to roll
Crazy fool, shoulda listened to what I've been told
But I'm rollin' all night long
about what we share. the physics can't be done by
number, and they be watching, and they give awards, and
one by one we got to live on that,
spirit like Bruce Lee
Fools can shoot me with uzis, what you wanna do, G?
I don't mind if you might draw
Weapons, I'm steppin' up, rappin' for the right
save us
Well Mama, I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move, I hope
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because
like she Bruce Lee, but a blondie
And I know she never use me, cause she want me
And she never try and fool me, or try and knock me
But she knowing in
Thinkin bout those birthday wishes sittin by myself
I feel like durk I hit they block with nun but a belt
Like what the fuck is they gone do I ask
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac,
You're not wickety wack, you're just fidgety fools
This bitch tried to lock me up, and I said no ma'am
That room won't keep my head above water like a boat
It's above me now
What you thinking bout
What you thought I'd do
Be a fool for you
Baby, no can do
I'm so through with you
And all this wasted time
you
meant to walk
He had to fall in line, he had to leave his dreams behind
When we stop to dream
What is left of you and me
One by one we fall like dominos
killers
I'm handles by dealers
Well-connected with greed
I'm all white but I produce green
They'll kick in your door, like Bruce Lee
Just to have
really just touchin' the loot
If you act a fool, we comin' with tools
Ain't givin' a fuck bout the rules
Don't miss when I shoot, gon' give you the boot
First place with ya bitch
At my place getting lit
She gone let a nigga hit
I pull up with the stick
And i ain't talking bout a choppa
Bruce Lee
fools start trippin' talkin' shit.
They never woulda thought I'd be, the mutha fuckin' wit all of the grip.
Check this out here you jive ass turkeys
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