Lyrics:
and just smiled back at me
Ɔse this kid,you are so funny
Som gye thousand cedis
(Chaii)
I was so blessed
Angelic currency paa
Ɛnyɛ Ghana cedis (err)
He
Spit shit fast
Like bullet holes
You can't see it
Whiplash
I kick ass
Every season
Yo shit wack
It's in trash by the weekend
I been back
I bic back like
Telvon, I'm missing, sincerely, Telly
Did I want the richest and the fame? Yes I did
I was just a kid tryna get my dreams fulfilled by the wiz
Niggas would
This one goes out to the kid that I never met
Who wakes up everyday and is scared to get out of bed
His mom died when he was young, just before his
the outside
Of their kids
An what they wear
Instead of stressin the inside
Way back , my peoples gave me pride
Now in 2004 I ain't gotta hide
If you can't
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
times for the days I would hold back (Woo!)
Five times for the bitches who ain't called back (Yeah)
Six times for the kids like me who got ADHD just
hell, never lived so well
Rock n' roll could save our souls
Crazy kids, dying to live like our heroes did
Gone in flash, wasn't built to last
Spent all
em with a bounce back
He give it his all
Plus his heart
They don't doubt that
I can give em hell
Show em where the Souths at
The money's all there
You
The misdemeanor catcher comin back at cha
for the long ride, as we return to the wrongside
[El Da Sensai]
Out to burn, rackin paints by the sack to provide
tracks
Nureau Ink
Thought we was playing
Out the Box 2, YEP
Out the Box 2
Demons better step back
Cause the demon slayer's back
Ba Ba Ba Backbiting
And I
sumpthin' like you
Jamaicans say, "L.L. a fool"
Kids wet too who do the pool
Let bells ring like Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell
Yo, Clef
I know you got styles, but get back to the issue kid
This is real!
Yo, don't get me angry, like the Hulk, I'll turn green
Your marriage
feeling me well
And don't lose a word about the whole past when I fell
Just keep on dancing in hell dancing in hell
And I'll bet on it well bet on it well
burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all
started, it was already too late
For anyone to keep any peace
No one could remember what the fight was about but
By all accounts the kid pulled the first
of the sky start to cave
And underneath me was my grave
Hell had frozen over as I swung my lifeless body back and forth
Cut my noose just to find that I was
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your
Kids, kids get in here
I need to tell you a story, about this one creepy guy
Used to roam around these streets, yeah these streets right here
Come
People suffer their debts inherent
The kids and their kids all Born in the red
Your locals booted, their rents in arrears
And your high street's
Our lives are in heaven's ways, the media's working in hell's
Making us inhale interests like chest of females
Advertising futuristic technology
But
to the CVS on roebuck parkway
Put it park
Hopped out the car
And then I had barfed
Felt a lil better
Get back in the car
Take it off park
Got stopped by
feelin' like I'm too hard for the game I'm in
Caviar seats salmon, that's five, I filet my Benz
Militant is how I train my men
Nigga diss me at 9, he'll
June 16th, 1971
Mama gave birth to a hell-raisin heavenly son
See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back
My first words was, "Thug for
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