Lyrics:
and the Brand New, the Heavies
If this was an opera, I'll probably say, 'Figaro'
Black kid from Brooklyn but don't call me nigga though
I rocks the jams for
the love for me.
Left my fellows in the past, you can't get in touch with me
If he want it I give him cash, I do it reluctantly
But that's my nigga, I'mma
to look on my outward to peep my in
That's like trying to see my heart beat inside my skin
But if you know hip-hop courses inside my veins
Know all [of]
my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the street
I just
Patrick Starr
Call me Cameron
In love with cameras
She ride me like whip
We play bumper cars
He talking sh*t I'll get my men up on him
I got barbies like
is her type, I want to give it to her, tell her please
Be my girl, I'll give her anything
Whatever her heart desires, in this whole world
[Lil'
and Paul and not be all short
Six three to be exact he said, if he can even rap
I'll sign him up for a million bucks and then the map can see him snap
My cap
the deal cousin, gave him a pound now we huggin
In the mall thugging, bugging, spent a few hundred
Shorties must be loving, shit, jigg to my Wallow's
They
I'm gonna drain your heart dry
I'm going to lap up every drop of hope and love and feel it run down my chin
I'm going to turn men into beasts
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
me, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked
and a snare, now the green light to go
I flex a rhyme on a rapper then proceed to wreck
By break this mic in half, then put him in the yolk and snap his neck
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you,
I'm lookin' right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold
Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you,
girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (saying "I do")
Because I can see us holding hands
girl (like you)
This ring here represents my heart
But there's just one thing I need from you (saying "I do")
Because I can see us holding hands
take yours for it
Uh-oh, it's a booby trap, hope he fall for it
4-4, push his kuffi back, make him fall forward
Before I get bodied by a singin'
my seatbelt on KITT
Stop right here, where we at?
Shotty part of Brooklyn it gets rough out here KITT
(Michael's callin, I have to go)
I don't
to give my tape they would pass me by
It was hard for me to sea I had ocean eyes
They did me dirty real dirty got me using tide
Life is tough life is rough
is a no win 'cause he's my bestfriend
But now I'm guilty, I'm fallin' for his girlfriend
I know it's wrong but my heart is filled with purity
I
by the bishop's knee,
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if you give Hughie Graeme to me."
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord, and as of your
to rock
Listen to the lyrics that the Doc expresses on the wax
You can't compare cause I'll (wax) and (tax), so max
If for some reason I lose my space
in my heart so in faith I'll explain
His Wrath meant for us
Our sinful nature to blame
To die and resurrect is the reason he came
To teach us How
unnerving
Tortured with my Implements of Hell; Watch as I make little Billy bleed, I'll get him on his knees
They cry, they bleed, they die; And paddle 'til
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