Lyrics:
everybody got to dance.
Romantic fool trying to be cool, hoping he's in with a chance.
Get out tonight, high as a kite, under the yellow moon.
Make you
Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that Homer's marries to Mona
*SilverBlackGuerilla*
King, King King Kong
King Kong ain't got sh** on me
Hook1; Nic-key
I'm so serious,
Like a Silver Black Guerilla
Don't get
Bare with me the first 8 as I shake off the rust haven't
Wrote a rhythm in eleven months got rush back
Melodies of 2012 homie Zack on the keys
it's in the back of her throat
I ain't got to be cautious, if that's you're girl I ain't know
I'm not sorry we did it, oh I'm just sorry you know
Yeah I
You see the clothes see the style but you ain't never see
The working of a man that hustle up by any means
Cause what i feel i know is real no sympathy
Unfazed by your hate i ain't never felt fear
Have hits never miss my raps are very clear
Not a killer not a druggie nothing is as it appears
Cold
Like Slick Rick
I Bin Laden
With this rap shit I got ten bodies
They buried here
They buried there
When I come around
You ain't never there
I stand tall
see me jettin' right by with the fly Latin girl in my ride
You gettin' jealous? You shouldn't be jealous
Let me ask the fellas, hey, fellas
Why is he
I could never do it by myself
He was there when I needed help
I'm a I'm a give the Glory to Jesus
I'm a I'm a give the Glory to Jesus
I could never
been paid my electric bill ain't
Still playing with these hoes
No expensive Dinner dates
Microwave the Mac
Liquor, rhythm and bass
By now you shoulda
to biting and formulating some shit you called your own
But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
To put it simple you ain't cold enough
Tripping out
yeah
Take a chance I ain't scared to roll the dice yeah
Be advised it's about to be a heist yeah
Play the game but we gon take it by surprise yeah
I want
Wrecked the Porsche never got the car key
If a hommie tried to ho me
He could have the garden
A gale started singing in the night
But the singing isn't
tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck
Ruler zig zag, zig-allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick
when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through
Motherfuckin migraine
I ain't got no DJ, but that's alright
I ain't got no dancers, but that's alright
I ain't got no choir, but that's alll-riiiiight
All I got
Who's hot? you ain't expect a
Kid from red dot
To be flowing knowing he showing
That he got a shot
To be a damn monster, attention yo I got that
You
o'clock, told E-Roc, the whole block
And what not, about, how men are spottin he said
"This little homey gets bread like flossin
You ain't Steve
nine
For competition but
Do he really know what
Could be if he just grow up
Believing he got no luck
He gets them packs
And he gone blow up
Submersed in
mouths at be, you'll be aight
I wasn't on the same rhythm
Some of them got murdered, some still in the system it inflated my wisdom
Up in the Bronx, by
the armory, we needed to steal beams
You ain't never been in the mud, I got eel leads
Unc blind, ain't never seen nothing, he likes to feel things
Come on, wrap
fuckin' hog, bitch, the game belong to me
Dick ain't free, fuck a promo show
You ain't got fifty thousand cash, bitch, fuck the radio
Real niggas don't
probably on, if I ain't whippin' a Land
Throughout ya section; my mind's in traum'
Nine times out of time I rhymes upon the L-Train
Within my brain,
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