Lyrics:
no time anymore.
Time is relative.
Now We're dealing with the place where when you know yourself as that you just are.
You are going nowhere and you
i'm in my 20s,
I need 20 whips and 20 mil in cash by 2020 (Skrt skrt)
20 years ago the ballers was riding on 20s
And by 2040 I need 20 incomes (20
twenty clowns in a Volkswagon
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'm a huff, and puff, and blow your fuckin' neck loose
And then I might mug ya
Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends
Back now
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
whole Bad Boy shit, we come to bring it to y'all niggas
Me, B.I., Puff, Lox, whoever, Black Rob
If you wanna dance, we dance (come on)
Now trick
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
experience victory
We know that we can be healed
There is healing, so much healing
We're going from faith to faith
We're going from glory to glory
And we are
a long, long time
Because 20 people showed up to play and they picked 10 to a side
So as the ranks of the chosen grew and the unchosen we depleted
I tried
in these streets,
I chamber a round when I order a pizza.
Because Mr. Emperor, the streets are dangerous,
The braded up ropes,
Are not leg irons,
You know
We all don't want to say nothing else, so we say "as young as we are"
Now I want to talk about
The pronunciation
And the realization
Now
But
You
But
Mr. Adams, but Mr. Adams
The things I write are only light extemporania
I won't put politics on paper, it's a mania
So I refuse
to thumb suck
Once sought a life thought it right to write about
Now gets raped by aryans in the big house (OUCH!)
[Mr. Lif]
Ted did 20 years for growing
spendin twenty G's like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth something
My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it
and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass
I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in
poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world today?
It's the myth that men are big, that
my tagging'
You can fit twenty clowns in a Volkswagen
And we coming straight to your brick house
I'ma huff and puff and blow your fucking neck
two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five
times I've ever seen
I wrote Stoney Island on my guy
He was tryin me about the S-I-E experience
Tried to tell him about the C-S-E experience, you know?
one
And two and three
That women want
Their sovereignty
And that's all
That I have to say
For now
So experience has value
And my life
Is testament
Ok, ok I be seated in the cockpit
Young Flowz, 20.20 in my pocket
I ain't, I ain't need a car, I'm gon' walk it
If I'm needin' me some THC
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
and you
And how we used to shine
No matter what you go through
We are one, that's a fact
That you can't deny
So baby we just can't let
The fire pass
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