Lyrics:
When time seems to be stopping
Two a.m. I should be sleeping
But you called me and
I stayed on the phone until
You fell asleep
Critical times for
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
Come!
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah (yeah)
Well my name is Latifah
I am a bill, yes, I
You get what you give
I can't move like a puto cause am not lossed like pluto
Some niggers should be called Pluto
Hustling for doller bills like they
a savage
So even whenever I'm not here, I'm still here
My legacy will be outlasting
Level is at an all time high
I am immortal
Even in centuries I'll never
I am falling down
I've got the world on my shoulders
World on my shoulders
I am breaking down
I'm crumbling slowly
I'm crumbling slowly, oh
Masks are
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(M-M-M-Murda)
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro
4 AM, I'm just gettin' started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
the beat and I left it critical
Fuck on your b and I left her critical
If I was him I'd be miserable
And I ain't missing it
They're just milking it
I got
fuck 'cause I wanna finish it (I wanna finish)
Get over here (get over here)
I cannot (?), that shit in a (?)
Compact Glock with a thirty shot minimum
nation to nation like if it was
Contraband I stand, on my own two
With my whole crew, I thought you knew
We're not easily amused by buffoons'
Who talk
nigga Bill
Clinton
2 Virgils
I keep it
Trilllll
Here I go on the Perculator
Eat one save one perc for later
White to the pipe now ya life in danger
Rock
a bill
I need me some real thrills
These niggas cannot compare to me, uh
Mama mad im smokin' broccoli, uh
Gotta get rich, yes, I gotta be, uh, fuck that
churn
Yet churn we still in revelry
Digging through my archives, I'm fain to recollect
Upon the loneliness, angst, anger, ennui
By which I was beset
hate a phony bitch that front that chum chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat pussy with a icy watch
I am your leader, yes I am your
blessings I name them one by one
One by one
One by one
All the bad belle people them running
One by one
One by one
Coz my fire don Dey burn
Now I am
I'm kill bill with ambition
While you niggas bitching
You know my shit is killa you gone hear that whistling
Plz boy I'm out here and I'm getting paid
out of his shell
Urban environment treating him well, Montreal baby I'm under your spell
I'm trying to examine you I am the lab rat of this here cell
Illegible hand script
Up here, hi learn how to elevate
Innovator lazer-tongue
Assimilate to absolutly nothin
Get it straight
I am a lazer-guided hurricane
Special, unspecial, lazy, critical
Entitled, lazy and unloved
I’m constantly reminding myself why
I am just so
I wasn't treated like I'm at home, i mean
We
the kill
Sure to be defended by those up on Capitol Hill
They can say they care about those who suffer
At the hands of a system they created with one another
Money can't buy you love
But it sho-nuff pay's the bills up in here, oh yeah
Now baby let me make it real simple
I can do bad all by myself ooh
The motherfuckin' (cannon)
Other words I'm the real, for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is
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