Lyrics:
they perfect
(Shinning)
Just made a cool mill
Bandana on me match this blue steel
Get money like Tristan off Blue Hill
Got your bitch in my bed
said)
[Erick Sermon]
(Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick
A New York nigga man back in the mix
I walk up in the spot man cameras click
Cheese, all
funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
My deejay's funky
Def and mighty, supernatural rappin
Ace boon coon Ski never back-stabbin
Don't give a fuck
Of course I must agree, 'cause this is family
If tables was turned he would do it for me
So now I'm hopping out my bed,
Ready put a nigga never seen 'pon
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
gets respected like a king when he's on the scene
So bust a move, cause you know he's def
He's my deejay (the magnificient) Jazzy Jeff
[ VERSE 2:
they style,
like they got it so sweet,
it ain't about what ya earn,
it's about what you keep,
man passes by,
in an aimless stroll,
barefoot in
on the news
No job, but he had a pair of $100 shoes
So I get my head ready cause I know where I'm at
I got good sense and now I need a 1'000 gats
Cause times in
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
pan out uh
I wonder if you still wearing my shirts in the bed you lay in
Did you buy more pillows?
Did you cry like I did?
I brought you up so I could
Lil Will
Need you in my bed
No Dru Hill
Let's rebuild
Staggered steps in the lobby
Trynna get to the room so I can catch me a body
Know she trynna ride
on the Hill when niggas getting blue steel
I love my niggas for that, we keep it real, get loot
And our identity is wearing army certified suits
Most def, my
live Mix-A-Lot
You understand motherfucker I'ma hard rock
Beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up
But my gat close range, take his
the arms of a fresh stunt
Bosoms in my grill, peepin Benny Hill with a fat blunt
John Madden Football, a fat hit off the beadie
Doggystyle behind the bed
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
and sweat between us
You're like honey on a breeze
We mix so good together
Just like sex on the beach
Calling my line, party outside
Top of the hill
Then went on to sell fifty, put the cash in my hand
All the record companies bite me, but I chose Def Jam
And the main reason that I made it and I love
for that, we keep it real
Get loot and our identity is Timbs
And army certified suit's most def
My people hold me down whenever in beef
Talking all that
with the
Rockin on a rappin rampage
In control of the stage
There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now there's
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, on my street!
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat,
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