Lyrics:
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
indigenous these streets been our land
You not supposed to see death this early in the morning
If God is an American, then God must be lonely
More killed by
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
[Busta Rhymes]
Hey yo Swizz..
This s*** sound like some s***
The streets want to do the merengue to (yeah)
Or dance around a sombrero to, Who!
of stars in eternity's dance
I get sicker the more I make an effort
It looks like something familiar, like something I can't abort
Still blind I find I'm so
came extended no cap
Bus shit out the rap
I'm a trapper, no cap
1st an the 3rd, I ain't seeing no sleep
See them checks hit at 12th
I'm knee deep in
a product of nothing
Reach if you want, you gonna need you a reverend
I'm still in the mix, I'm reup by 7
Street , I'm catching bites on a sunday
in the stables
If can, can, if no can, no can aye
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna
power and millions
This was the month the first Pfizer dose was given
Trying to get back on our feet we've all been down in street
At number ten there
hoes on that half shit, I need tha whole fee
Yeah it's back to tha basics, yeah I'm back to tha old me
It's Jack Doey in tha mix like Pac nigga, I get
I just came off the plane wearing a brand new fit
I got a plug in the A copped me a brand new grip
Red beam on the Glock with the extended clip
I got
Face of connotations for different situations
Doing what's expected with fickle's faith extended
Who's haunted behind his eyes while all our words
Yeah
Yeah
I was by the bar, chilling with Frank
I was in the back, smoking the dank (Loud)
I was in jail, my celly had a shank (Shiv)
On Bel air,
Hot summer night
Fights up the street
Extended mix of Being Boring’s
Going ‘round on repeat
Balcony friends
Dope out conceits
It’s 1996 and Black
need money I don't need love
They twist the truth like how you lie like that
And you know cutty broke the rules how you abide by that
I'm in buckhead for
superstars (I do my dance)
I'm in the mood (I'm in the mood)
Heard she a fan (heard she a fan?)
I signed her boobs (I signed her boobs)
She kinda cute (she
a killing
Port au Spain they call me British cah I got the shillings
Bello Boy step in the dance and juice spilling
Fruit punch, antisocial don't do much
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
[Prelude: Tonic]
Yah, you know my signature
Be the Tonic with my man Earthquake and we be the Gift
Constantly surrounded by The Movement in
and make a new dance
I can tell you never been killed for four bands
I mix your ashes in my plants
Bitch ass OG one of my strains
Sold it to yo crew you get
stay pushing the air dance
Every floor in the project like
Lufthansa and Air France
Whip top was Goose Gossage get
That work from Rastas
Mean Streets
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