Lyrics:
She say I look like I'm from Philly, baby, I'm from Baltimore
My pearls on black like Captain Jack falling for your love at that
Fell on spikes like
Twist the cap off the bottle, I take a sip and see tomorrow
Gotta make if I have to beg or borrow
Readin' love letters; late night, locked down
In ya Jones that you fall Motorol burner
Flip ya jacks and ya snitch ass back, to the cell of your block
HDM lock, and I wish you would stop
All
pack from the gutter
She ask for a rubber
But without one just feel so much better
I keep shit goin like setters
I throw up my letters
My YO! have these
energy
Like a sunny day
Brought to you
By the letter G
And the Numba (9)
in check bro
Barely on my jack jones
Im with jack so we're getting to the bank roll
Bank roll
You could pass by, see me through the window
Movin up in weight but now these days the devision's stacked.
Afterparty brawls, no one ring the jacks,
Think ya got the larger balls get the cricket
Well Let me know how this real if we living a lie? We used to hustle nickels & dimes, just to get by. Like if you need it hit my jack meet me
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"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
applied love and I know everything happens for a reason
So I'm just here for the ride
Love Jones
Girl I fell in love with your vibe
It was Love
Jack Jones
Really wanna see me, when i'm on my lone
When I am with you, I get in the zone
My baby she calling up my phone (Phone yeah)
Can you tell me
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
Jones
I am Minerva, the village poetess,
Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street
for my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,
And all the more
goes by in the wink of an eye
time waits for no one
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
AFRAID OF THE DARK
(Peter Sando)
Your eyes were wide
Coming up in the streets of the P
I learned early on it ain't no love for a broke nigga
So, you better be a go getter
Told to a nigga by a gold
of Egypt old Man, Dead in a Room
Love is a Piece of Paper Torn to Bit's
Big Bastard with a Sword
About my Very Tortured Friend, Peter
Not Quite So Soon
long for a time when
We can get blind and sing our songs like old friends
Your last letter gave me a heavy heart my dear Jack
So I’ll be humming our song
on me don't you make it tight
Baby
I'm on the wavy
Red carpets and ladies
Pork and bacons
I just need you so bad
Jack em' booty
Like I'm Sparrow
The love
All I want
Every time I call she just come
Cause every time I call she get to cum
Damn I'm in love again look what this shit done
When I used
at all
They love the wage, they hate us all
They dance to the rhythm of a dark and distant drone
I can't keep up with the Jones no more
I can't make
to the heights Brooklyn in my bloodline
A couple joints hitting my jack this ain't a love line
Back when I was broke sitting on a mail box
Y'all wanted niggas who
it's at wit you niggas where it ain't
You love yo hoe that much get her out my face
Played my cards right now I only deals wit jacks
Gotta call from
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
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