Lyrics:
world, winter war weather
This is wu-block music for the black hooded champions
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
me more like Jesus
Every day a little more like Jesus
Crucify my flesh with Yours
That my new life might be secured
Everything I do, done so I can
you the one in center
You don't have to be like six something with your hands up
Just to block mother fuckers out of your mantra
How you nineteen years
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
leave you chained in a box
I'll take your bitch and play with her box
Like a kid that forgets the toy
And thinks the gift is the box
I'll fuck your bitch
And lock all your doors
If you don't think I exist
Let's keep it that way
Cuz it'll be hilarious when you see my face
I'll make you kids piss in your
Pants
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
my M.C school, my class was packed
And tricks were for kids so I left your ass back
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another
I'll buy
of the few emcees you could really get bars from
He represented real rap from real New Yorkers
My condolences to your wife and your two daughters
Kings
just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each
leave them left like nudist
And if you new to this you'd see I show you the ropes
Ill be your PE coach, you know you see this smoke
How you think I'm
tell be the clouds
The storm is passing over, what you gone do now
Go back to the block and slang
Or raise your son from a child
This my Amicus Brief
reward receive if you believe)
Oh the promise of tomorrow will banish all your sorrow
No need to grieve if you believe
There will be a brighter future
with mad stitches
Your last resting place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me, try your style's sloppy
You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
the Wu-Tang
Like that new bang
Like boom bap
You and your lame raps
I could kill that
Cause I'm flier than that Malibu
And I come thru
Like kung fu
And kick you
Nineteen-ninety-motherfuckin-three right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out
We gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uhh, aight
Beef
Cigarettes and crew socks aye
Just copped a new job aye
Screw up the whole block
I take it day by day
If you got a problem better say it to my face
You
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you
you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
Go shorty, it's your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
It's the kid that flip flows
and I'll make'em real!
I wanna be a better man than I ever was!
I just wanna see my friends become happier! Next!
I just wanna see my wife with my kids in
Pretendin' to be blind Superman
'Cause I had no supervision
But I did have a super power though
I could turn into Invisible Kid
Disappear out of sight like
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