Lyrics:
it's explosives gettin' tossed (y'all niggas gay)
Y'all can keep y'all fingers crossed, call me when you get lost, bitch
Call me if you get lost
By
objective is to live lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like Swiss ad libs
Compared to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
wrong
Alicia Keys:
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Together we can all be strong
P Diddy:
United we stand, divided we fall
N'Sync: (J.C.)
Oh you know
Yeah, we balling baby
(As we proceed to give you what we need) that's right
Oh you don't know, we gonna tell you how it is
[Chorus]
When you
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
children to come unto me.
*
In your refusal to act against these hideous dangers
You are guilty of being the gutless passive observer.
Are you so
like Alicia, how you hittin' them keys
If somethin' ever happened to you, you gon' come to me
Hmm, but I'm tripping
Tripping, you say I be tripping, but
songs that ever been never spin
In heavy rotation ever again
If I don't do a song to insight millions
Or get a video done by Hype Williams
If there's
offend me, no
Where you see us rep’ing hard in every video
Cause there’s no known other place quite like my city, yo
Yeah, I see you Kasland, I see how
hit the runway on a PJ
Call the country migo gang, OG, head huncho
You can catch me in the street
With Longway and young Guapo
What nigga you know
Let's be honest
Let's be truthful
Pocohontas
What do you know
Keep on texting
Keep persisting
How many days
Can't reach me
Can't reach
Again
I don't
Stepping ta' ya' real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow
Stepping ta' ya' real soon
Ah! Check the blackness!
Me before those enter the lightness!
Masturbating!
Masquerading!
And you call your self righteous?
Follow
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
talkin' 'bout?)
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you (who you talkin' 'bout?)
Don't you (they call me, Diddy)
Don't you? (Yo, J, listen)
I swang on em swang on em [repeat x2]
[Bun B]
Now if you come to this t.e.x.
Betta show some love cause homey you don't wanna see me plex
We be
come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
and Alicia Keys
Bob Marley, Fela Kuti, and Pusha T
Parliament Funkadelic and Marvin Gaye
And so many more, but I don't have time to say but
Time upon time
Nothin happened, mind your business yo step
You know we connect, JFK 2 LAX
They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key
Don't wanna see us come
a never know what I'm going through, got a keep it all inside
Only lord knows how I really feel, well at least he know I tried
When you down bad, don't
And the phone rings voicemail, "beep" I'll call you back
Yeah right. how many times have I fallen for that
And it all comes down to we wanna get laid
But don't
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