Lyrics:
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
gone, 4
If they interrogate, I don't know what I saw like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3 gone, 4
I can't see them anymore
I'm a' take them out 1 by 1
Take them 1 by 1
Yah
Whatever road you walk on in life, Make sure you walk on it right
I walk by faith, walk by faith
Not by sight, not by sight
Block what's wrong,
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
What it is, ho? What's up?
Every good girl needs a little thug
Every block boy needs a little love
If he put it down, I'ma pick it up, up, up
Don't let the Word go
Now is the time
To reap what we sow
God will prosper me
God will prosper you
Cause I'm focused on Christ
In everything I do
Walk by
A person that's deceased wit'
The crypt keeper first
You can't meet death unless you meet
Wit' the Grim Reaper first
You know what? I'ma go from ya
Toe up
up (vacuum seal, what?)
Vacuum sealed up
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah
was at the gates
Snakeskin, my hood low, don't say shit
I know both sides of that bloodlust
They're both mud, that's what's up
That's what's up
Rise up
Yah be with me
All my friends know all my friends know
In Everything I do
Yung Gwop
For the people
Rise up
Rise up if they ain't got it by
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
of being white (what?)
You can't say the n word without startin' a fight (what's up my nigga?)
Couldn't dance to a beat, I'd have two left feet
Even if I
York niggas, what's happenin' you know
All my niggas down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggas, L.A. My Death Row family
What up
money what's up
About my business you know what I came for
Starving for cabbage a fiend for pesos
Won't change no way
At least until I see enough to push
ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
know what's upstairs (Jesus)
Suicidal thoughts got you wonderin' what's up there (Lord)
And while they introduce the party, they say it's up there
Too
on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
how to blow this weed, how to toke it up, take a smoke with us
Ya'll want to get a hold of me, if you let me of, we know how to press no
Get fucked
the sky)
Let the whole club know that you in this bitch
Throw your hood up, nigga, let it fly (let it fly)
What up Trick Trick? (What up OG?)
This your
Yeah, ayy, ayy
This how we do, nigga
It's GA, nigga
Georgia stand the fuck up, nigga (you already know what is, nigga)
Ayy, y'all ready?
Ayy,
face like Durk what's crackin'
Bro what's happenin', they be actin'
Go and tell they mans I'm lackin'
I'm 2-4 so ain't no stackin'
But you know I'm
Yeah
I been out here all day
Runnin' these plays
Yeah I feel great
Gotta run it up
I don't care what they say
I'm just tryna get paid
I don't know
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