Lyrics:
The dads is gone but the youth still come lovely
The sickness towards the world when Sam caused the blues
But hipness takes a swirl in jams by my crew
your self, you a star your born to win and now you gone conquer, man a knock it inna the middle of the field and a kick it like Lampard, no matter wha
is the part where your chains cut clean
Break free from the grasp of machines
Seize everything in your path look back give a laugh no one asked you
show, will they show up
Man are they even coming?
Is this shit really a trance
I don't know dude
Do I really got fans, I have no clue
Gettin' smacked
And the beats are usually done by duro and clue
Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are
a good man.
But nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan
He only gave us the good things
so we'd understand.
No, nothing is perfect
in God's perfect plan.
a whole hundred in your whole tummy
Hehe, man Weezy's a legend
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve
When you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level
Then I'mma drop a bitch, this is cashtime
Wait, wait, wait, wait, I ain't need no stress
I don’t fuck with no basics
Trynna get me a lex
Young niggar
man is wild high (how high?)
I'm looking down on Method Man
When I catch a man
It's going down like nine eleven
I'm not going to dial nine eleven
Like
(Is this where you die
Or will you fight back)
"C'mon man, get up man
You can't let this nigga put you on your shit like this man"
"Hehehe... Yeah
the last time that you play with me
Broke my heart now I wanna see you bleed
Picked him over me, man, the grave is what you'll see
Picked him over me, man
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
Cutting brothers' hair as a means of staying alive
If it wasn't for the rhythm
I think we would have given up by now
This system has gotten the best
Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
And such a son-in-law like no one ever saw
The tailor Motel Camzoil, Motel
A worthy boy is he, Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov
Of pious
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
I am not a man I'm a fucking machine
And I think I really like what I see
Mama can I please remove your jeans
I want you to have sex with me
He is
I can't be stopped
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah I'm back at it
People always tell me that this music is a bad habit
They saying
is
I'm recording in the dorm, then I mix at the crib
She sings my songs around her man and now she losing his trust
Calamari with the prawns and I
Driving through the night
Ninety nine I have been speeding
Through the light
Them dey try but they
No fit kill my vibe
Try me now that is a thousand
Caps with the slogan spoken by a broken man who never truly gave a damn & who don't understand
That people dying as he sitting in D.C
All I see is white
can differentiate from what is good and what is bad
You know the heart of man sometimes can be deceiving
And the pleasures of this world can be so
Started a journey
Made by my Ancestors
It was my turn
And I was leaded by my elders man
Fvck, ain't no turning back
In my land ain't no leaving it
niggas dead so everybody frontin'
Same kid's went to Catholic school is dealers
And same nigga's had no heart is now killers
Sometimes I
Oh damn, if I get touched, we gonna' all get touched
Go against Harlem World and we gonna' toss you up
Hey yo, Meeno, hey yo, this is Cuda man
There
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