Lyrics:
Oh, yeah, well the bell has rung because the time is here
Oh, yeah, we gotta switch it around and put the thang in gear
Oh, yeah, not much is for
convertible just for the breeze
I let my lil' nephew hold an SRT
We pullin' up on Elliot for real VVs
Made a million off of streaming, I was sellin' CDs
I
on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got
paper for Longevity
The money first, put it in work, that be my pedigree
Let's take it to higher degree
Sit back and visualize so our eyes could see
still couldn't hold me
I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
Watch for the cops, third eye like
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
you want me
And don't I know that you know that I know that you know
That I want you
So let it be known by letter or phone
All our other lovers
lean with it rock with it franchise
Kendrick told you I am not your savior
Nigga we are not close I am not your neighbor
Fuck you mean I done ran out off
up the pencil tip
Seeking excellence in leveling the penmanship
Relaxed a bit, opened up the editor and let it rip
Eyes on the prize applied ego for
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
the nickle gleam like its greased up
Thugs turn to icicles, hard rocks freeze up
This could all be a distraction just to buy time to blast you
So keep
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
of time no more
So be on the look out for "July 5th"
Comin soon to a motherfuckin store near you
Round here, here, here..
"Let me see, two words to sum up
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
If I could take you to the spots that we used to play
Let you walk around and watch while you navigate
You would say, boys you sure had it great
We
to follow my heart
Not what anybody thought
And fought my insecurities to rock the whole city
Southside to the CD
With rhymes and graffiti
For these crimes
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let
come around with a blade for ya
God told me I'm made for ya, and you know my body, hold me down like Bob and Rowdy, I'm glad that you not a Thottie
I'd
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
whips for Christmas
My broke folks if you listenin'
Sing this shit
You could fuck way more women
Spend way more cash
You could rock two chains
You could
rappers freeze
When the smoke clear can I
Have some laughter please?
Crack traffic keys of uncut Peruvian
And seal CD's for Europeans and Nubians
Feds try
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