Lyrics:
a stick off of my shoulder
Nigga I will heat you, 5'9" will have you lyin beside your bed
I'm the nigga +Simon Says+
[Chorus: Royce]
I'ma hit you until you
Born, born, born in Bethlehem
Children go where I send thee
How should I send thee
I'm gonna send you two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for
the grime Nobel peace award
Like Desmond Tutu
'Cause I stayed in school, got my degree
Even if I get a 2: 2
I've done it, time wait's for no-one
This year I
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
Multiplying by
percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again
Had a vision of my defeat of him
So now I'm
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
about five o'clock this mornin' (twelve)
Tellin' me I'm coppin' contraband from informants (go)
"Channel 2, Fox 5 (Fox 5), you's America's most wanted"
, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five
ain't feelin me
That you gotta be harder to please to feel it to me
Feel this, nigga bounce
[Chorus] ? 2X w/ ad libs
[Royce Da 5'9"]
What, what? We
Chorus) x2
Where I'm from, the streets so cold/
Where I'm from, you don't lose hope;
Where I'm from, you just don't go;
But all i know is that....
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
We like a two G Bonnie and Clyde, back to back in beef
Wit two heats a piece, mami gon' ryde
Spit four, she behind me wit five
You know Paul Cane
Fragments on my feet yeah I cant no crease
Pull up to your block got the goonies wit me
Yeah they rooting for me
Got all my bitches yeah I count by the three
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
Two-thousand eighteen that's the time we livin in(aye)
Spittin that heat
Spittin that heat
Call me forrest gump cuz I run with my feet
Stay on my grind so you
of paint and pictures of us
Sometimes the heat goes out but we hold each other close
Train goes by every five or six hours
In fifteen years, it's halfway
crew
through their daily exercises:
Put your hands on your head, Simple Simon Says
Put them down by your side, Simple Simon Says
V V: How do you
on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could
out
*gunfight over the last three lines*
(Chorus: 2x)
[DMX]
high speed chasin', racin' thru the streets
deaths in the air, I can taste it
thru the heat
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
One, two, three, four, five, six
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, oh, whoa-oh
I don't want to spend
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo, yo, yo, we attack the last nigga that blast
Take him for cash; if he broke, we kicking his ass
Simple as that, either the fifth
niggas
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Trying to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
[Chorus: Nas]
You wet who I want
Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war
Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
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