Lyrics:
ain't forgot we ain't finish
Ain't gotta ask me It's in me
I know my actions speak plenty
I'm gone look after yo children
You gone come back to a million
Y’all been dropping one by one the opps know that they had enough
No time to get into it if you broke go do some other stuff
[ Verse 1 ]
Man they
Ill be back Ill see you soon
I need to get high
Get high to get by
Smoking one to the sky
And dont ask me why
Either smoke or goodbye
goodbye
Sativia
by surprise
The way you look at me girl it mean everything
And the way you got me feeling I forget the pain
Fuck Birkin
Fuck Fendi
I put racks inside
You heard me?
I'm 'bout to talk a lot of shit
So you gon' have to really listen real fast
You gon' have to think real fast but look here
Standin'
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
take me out, yeah maybe not
''Cause fly into the uppercut (Here they come) and hear you're body shout
Boom shakala laka Boom shaka laka Boom!
Look
I'm different
If you can't nigga all you gotta do is sit and listen
Look at the cars I drive
Press da pedal come alive
Horsepower at least a 100 x 5
lesson is learned
Who would've thought that you couldn't go back
After loading the gun and then hearing the crack
Look at yourself Andrew what have you
to you
Take another trip yes i'll come fly to you
I don't need you hoes now why would I lie to you
She looking at my teeth does that look fine to you
Now you look inside my eye, now you thinking Predicaments
Shit, if you make me crazy, if you think about me
Better learn little bitch, don't be think
The first time
I saw you
I felt shiver in my bones
I don't know
What to say to you
But all I know what I feel is true
Just one look and I've made up
DJ Premier, let's get it
Hey, posed at the north side of that London
Where fed there's always a pagan teeth
Look quiet, don't trust 'em
Where if you
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all
and very rarely is
if only people would study the rules more
I is for innocence, pleaded by many a doe-eyed defender
after theyve just scythed down that
"You are here again
At this wicked place
Men look at you
They want to pay the price"
Somebody speaks to you
He wants to set you free
He wants
witnesses
For my Lord yea yea
I just wanna be real with you
I just wanna live a life that's true
I just wanna be real with you
Yea
100 we gotta keep it
bright warrior blue indigo
After you've tugged on my collar
And held me by the chill open water
Even after I'm done making a fool out of you
You fight
, y'all don't know?
I'll give you a hint, see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, its like Harlem world
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
through the yard
Stuffed little Suzie in cardboard after wrappin' her nude and newly scarred
Body in waterproof tarp covered in roofin' tar
So what you so
you'd be back" "There you were"
"Prince of peace must hear our plea"
"Everybody look around" "There is no hope"
"Prince of peace must hear our plea"
Let me tell you a story.
It's called tough love.
Once upon a time there was a girl called Sonita.
Dreaded goin' home after school 'cause her dad
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