Lyrics:
have more of them
Gotta be here for sure for them
Real nigga, but I gotta be more for them
Put points on the board, gotta score for them
Gotta set
As we search for black people and white people
Seeking the world of the four horsemen facing
John, henry, the robot, dr. smith, and will Robinson
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
it's gonna be a Name known in every dimension
Sometimes I act off my will, and Never listen, I was wrong for that, Should've acted better cause I'm
Mr. Castle in a castle; kings should never be hassled
Cause I got 5 in my wallet
3 on my card
Tree in my jar
Leaning, ajar is the door of this
[Erick Sermon]
Uh huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because
Jazz music, jazz music, jazz music
In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin' the word
straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in
splash
Stab you ninety six times to be dramat ic
Stab you ninety six times
Just to be dramatic
I told you four or three times
Fuck a Michael Kors need
need to change,
i be too stuck in my ways
wanna fuck then she get slayed,
by that money you get slayed
baby i dint come to play
i just came here
to pay a fee/
Chorus 2
With God by your side! U can’t fail/ stay dedicated/ and u will prevail/
Verse 3
Reach for the stars/ I spud Breganti as I
milks at lunch
The milks was chocolate, the cookies, buttercrunch
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
years you ain't heard me flow but you done seen me glow
And now I got to ask, all my critics and fans
Will I blow, or will I get an error 404
I recorded
it//
how I feel is so real, I won't let myself fake it//
[x2]
[Verse 3]
Somewhere inside of me, something has gotta be guiding me//
seems every side
a peaceful situation
Not some court ordered mandate shit
Give me that real better love
Not that shit had Keith sweat
Twisted up
Don’t get too evil wit
delirious
If you lived in a real slum
Without food or running water
Where police drive by and
Kill sons and daughters
You would give your right arm for
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
might drill him
(Oh damn, oh...)
Fuck!
The skin of my kin will be crimson to bulls, um
And the welts on my back don't get mentioned in schools
I take
on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand
shout out to Will Smith
Cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince
Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks?
My nigga Nas told me money make the world
shit
Too much tricks, manipulation, it feel fake
Instead of like Big Meech you
Could be like Bill Gates
Real cake don't come from
When you deal weight
Greyhound
Just me hittin like a beat from Dr. Dre, out
I'll be waiting on you (I'll be waiting)
I'll be waiting on you (I'ma be right here, for you ba-by
Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire
They cut weight by the key and baggin' every gram
Instead? bustin'
a new Smith and
And I liked it
So I bought four of em
Now I want more of em
Dropped a couple on a chain and told my jeweler three weeks
I just hopped off
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