Lyrics:
of fact that I'm starving like Marvin Hagler
Heart of a battler fighter
Or get you from out of here
Hit you for standing there, man in here mind your
See this is Harlem, these our streets
Hungry Ham, that's all we eatin'
Them niggas out here shining, niggas out here dying
'Cause we never got
We're here face to face
And everybody's swinging
This is such a groovy place
All the young ladies are
So fine yeeeeeeeeeee!
You're moving your body easy
ain't trippin' off material bling
I analyze off of Billie Holiday to Queen
What was Marvin Gaye thinking when
He wrote that theme
A Trouble Man, why his
threw your whole shit
Like the whole team Warren Sapp
My vision is blurry, I hope they don't bury me soon
Yeah
I took all them chances
I hope they
with
Huh, he is by his self, yeah
Huh, where the fuck is your help at?
Huh, I'll pull up with a KelTec
Get 'em gone on your own, niggas Martin
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
All is lost in time
All is lost to them
He got lost in his head
Time moves on
And so will he
I know I'm not there all the time
My vacant mind fades
And get it by any means
How the judge gon' judge us when
This is all that we seen?
This is all that we know
Eviction note at the door
So we pray like we
Baby where you at (uh)
Baby what you on (uh)
I'm on my way (uh)
Right now to yo home (uh)
Just like Marvin Gaye (uh)
We gon get it on (uh)
Luther
loud in living color
It is Weezy Fucking Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell
loud in living color
It is Weezy Fucking Baby, got these rappers in my stomach
Yummy, I'm taking it, I ain't asking them for nothing
If you sell
Lawd
I, I, I got 'em
Bring the crowd and I'm loud and living color
It is Weezy f***in' baby got these rappers in my stomach (yummy)
I'm takin' it
by self-contradiction:
One moment
Green is claiming that "softening" his
Vocal style was his idea
The next he’s giving Willie
Mitchell the credit
nuts
My homie look like Warren Sapp and he got hella guts
He been laying back but before would press you in a rush
Bless I'm glad to hear it moving
Marvin is here please be seated
Load up the beat and I beat it
Right now I could be conceited
But back it up like the booty on Trina
I bag it up, hit my
his main lady
He tossin' in the grave, like, "This is how you repay me"?
A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much
Marvin said, "No
This is a public service announcement
We call it Blood Sport
I had to do one too, I sorry
I'm a competitor
Oh my God, it's about to get hideous
I
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
over to Marvin's garden and dabbled in that
You not my same skin tone
Love is love. Leave us alone
Long distance relationship with my phone
So if I'm on,
Marvin Sapp, nigga
(Uh, uh)
My bitch is transgender 'cause she always
Got that sack with her (Y'ello)
Yeah, if you're single and you know it
Bend your
handed out by the gallon
Healthcare is free
Abolish the prisons
Don’t tread on me
I Ain’t a victim
You fucking kidding?
The place is fucked and you ask
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it on
KID from the old school
88
things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I
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