Lyrics:
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Six in the morning, niggas up at my door
Reached under the pillow for the 44
See, you know it’s
yourself, now walk it by yourself (let me see you do)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (do the Kidz Bop dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your
it get it get it
I keep that stick by my waist, sticky
Let that clip rinse in your face, boom baang
Copped me a brick yesterday, yeah
Out here chippin
shot back down to Earth (shot back down to Earth)
I keep wonderin', who's the one replacin' me?
Take me back to yesterday
When I was wrapped around
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
Keep
down, told him that I'm gettin' wild
Five, four, three, two, I'm starting now, watch me
Work it, work it down to the ground
Work it, work it down
yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223 on me, it dive in 'em (ayy, slide, slide, slide)
You keep talking, bitch, then you can die wit 'em (die,
Jane?
Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
Now it's person so whassup?
Whassup?
Whatyou want to know?
Who killed Jane?
OK I tell
Lookin' out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
out HU
Pops droppin' knowledge
On the whole way through
Yesterday's Blues
As I proceed
To try to give ya
What you need
Check it
(Yuh)
You better be
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
floors, next week it's the fries
So stick by his side
I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you
floors, next week it's the fries
So stick by his side
I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you
VERS3:
I BEEN TRYNA GET IT LIKE YESTERDAY
THINKING HOW THE FUCK
WE SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT OFF OF NOTHIN
ALWAYS MADE NOTHIN INTO SOMETHING
ALWAYS MADE
parked, new Gallardo
This bitch sucking my dick today, call it yesterday's news tomorrow
Stretch a nigga out, I'm the new Tae Bo, 'bout to cross over, I'm
that went on by coming back alone to this empty room
The time that we had was like alchemy I'm on a balcony but no view
Trust when the sun goes down for
woah
Do it yesterday
Yeah yeah
She fell in love with the cake
Tryna run me up a hunnid k
I'm getting rich today
Fuck it do it yesterday
Fuckin foreign
to cope
When niggas keep on getting cooked
Homocides just keep on rising
Judge giving out the book
Ima tell you how it is
Don't give a fuck bout how it look
Mutumbo
Handled by Hannibal
Suitable to be a fugitive like Dr. Kimble
(Ay yo should I slow down?)
Nah kid go faster
Just cause they got a badge, they could
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
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