Lyrics:
breath of that weed he got rolled in his swisher
Inhale, exhale slow
In hell is where he living ain't got nowhere to go
Still he's driven, by this vision
own personal message in that incident,
That experience and try to move forward
Y'all got me, everything good, y'all can hear me?
Before we start, lemme
that was me i’m
The most chill cool parent there
Is who has time to argue? About what?
It’s about our little guy you
Haven’t had to deal with what I’ve
Let's listen to this dramatic show
Which was popular in the early days of radio
Ha ha, ha ha, uh, yeah yeah
Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know
Always DJ Q-U-I-K
You in my room now, do what I say
Get your ass up out of that chair
Peel them clothes
unspoken starts, unspoken goodbyes
Unspoken smiles that never glisten
Unspoken until someone listens
Never let a person make feel like you ain't worthy
You
my expectations a while ago
They wondering why Dizzy the one that's always smiling for
I listen a lot and look at everything I done accomplished,
(dark)
(Ayy, turn me up, Bally)
(Ha, ha)
For my last breath I'ma give out the code
For my last breath I'ma let you know
For my last breath I'ma give
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
hue, it's just common to human beings You tell me that using strength is wasted on the young And that everything that you have been in has been wasted
Imma get back to this
Okay now everybody lets go and set this straight
I'm singing and rapping and I do that shit to meditate
Now that you listening
gone
(ha ha) with a mink on and four
Fingers that my rings on
Quick drawin' like you don't know
Where my dick going
Like I ain't been up in your
Chick
of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I mean your life is full of turmoil
You spoiled by fantasies of who you are
I feel bad for you
I
is, nigga. Here it is. What you
gonna do with it?
Bizzy:
Well it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord. No, then I won't fly by
that lesson, you
a cut
Save your dearest
Out of wreckage
Kid or wife
Well, who's the nearest
Pull away
Remember training
Breath the air
See body grey and cold
ring
Oh, unto the King
Oh, let everything that has breath come and praise the Lord
My soul cries out, while the angels sing
Shouting praise, to the King
breathtaking scenery (Ooh) has got the best of me (Yeah, yeah)
All five of my senses have regathered all of me
Breath's taken by what seems (Ooh) to have no
And I know that I can leave any day
I'll be gone on my way
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this
and talk shit in high school
when we was fuckin' around ... 'cause I couldn't fuck. But now I'm
back, BITCH! To let yo' punk ass know that I can really
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
this rap thing, is the shit kid (word up)
Gettin paid is a priority
No Doubt
So run that route
Well quit the runnin at the fuckin mouth
Yo It'll never be
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