Lyrics:
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!)
Look at my li-ife.. look at how I live
Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
Look at all these bands unworthy
Slim is just the man you heard me
I've heard it all before I've heard it all
But lowkey you a fan you heard me
it's always colder than it looks somehow
Maybe I heard wrong, but wasn't that the lake we used to drive out to
Trains are soon moving along, and you're
leads
them towards Bethlehem. The Wise Men enter the gates of the
sleeping town and make their way through the deserted streets.
A dog snarls at them.
If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why
I
If you seen it or heard it, maybe probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I'll admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm living proof why
And empty a hundred out that K
Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me
I've been in the game, niggas know what I'm 'bout
ever noticed me
No I don't think either one of you ever noticed me
I've seen you dancing on a beach and by a subway train
I've seen you with white
wanna look
But the thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard
I didn't even bite
Tryna please these niggas, shit gon' probably wear me out
Drive me crazy, I've been by myself lately
Forty on my belt lately, I don't need no help
wanna look
But the thing that separates you from me
And that is called originality
Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard
I didn't even bite
heard better ask about it, really did it don't just rap about it
Couldn't tell you how many stacks I've counted, street money no taxes out it
Dove in
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
when I'm awake, but he shows up when I sleep
I can't believe that there's a nightmare, on my street!
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
I’ve barely heard, these things you say to a wife?
V66 Woman 4 Never in my life!
V67 Woman 1
I think I’m gonna faint!
V68 Woman 2
They think
but I've gone and risen
Is this nigga trusty or Sideshow Bob when he's creepin' on Krusty?
Streets keep me tusslin', people disgust me
Racist
look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no
look for me
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
of my eye
I can see you now, you're steppin' so high and I'm
Walking down the street watching ladies go by
Watching you (one look and I was hooked
of my eye
I can see you now, you're steppin' so high and I'm
Walking down the street watching ladies go by
Watching you (one look and I was hooked
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