Lyrics:
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
One, two, tres, ménage à trois
Let's get down to business
Back it up and drop it low
Tap that like a bongo
I like them and they like me
It takes 3
up and not down
Yea the face of a clown
Laughing at dem frowns
When the see me tryna make a rap
I clap the beat
Compound of flows I'm in my element
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by
And just do my time
Out of step while
They all get in line
I'm just a minor threat so
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
drink Nuh codeine mi doh lean
Tell dah big batty gyal Deh fi roll een
Hey Jodene
Me fi have yuh lock, not di ting weh kip di door een
Mi F yuh 9 times,
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
Yes
Once again
Reporting live
From inside of my play pen
As far as I could remember I was an entrepreneur
10 toes down in manure could hardly
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Part 3]
[Verse 1]
I can owe my life
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
the cybernetic cascade
Blade Runner walks, with shadows by his side,
In the neon city, where illusions hide
Verse 3
Through the smog and haze, he tracks his prey,
Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
When the phone ring, the house lights flash
Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
Shit
many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How many haters be knocking at my door
One hater
Two hater
Three hater
Four
How
of fire always getting shot down
Look at how far I came by spitting these raw poems
Detailing the battlefield my dairy is a warzone
DMX told me that it’s
give a shit; nature's cold as ice
And we're far on this journey we're about ready to go
It's cold down on earth, it's three feet feet of snow
I live my live like a champion
I'm the 3 and the 2 and the 1
Blessings ah come in abundance
Don't stop results soon come
Yaweh ah be my companion
paper (paper), two, ya get some more (some more)
Three, it's time to put them burglar bars on the doors (fo' sho)
Five, watch for 12, nigga, they gon'
you came to Losers
Instead of Red Door, yeah
I come in here when I'm chasing a buzz
Last place on earth I thought I'd fall in love
Between beer
by
Console myself by trying and trying, and trying just one more time
Put on a smile and fake your way in through another door
But only if you have
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