Lyrics:
bands, watch em' hit the floor
F-DUB in this bitch, we gon' let em' know, (we gon' let em' know)
I ain't got time for the back & forth (for the back
candies, with the gang, that's my crew
Timmy on the beat, I ain't like you
Swinging by Daiso, bout 6 o clock
Getting us some hi chew, taking the whole stock
Captain's band
In the service royal, let us not grow cold,
Let us be right loyal, noble, true and bold.
Master, wilt Thou keep us, by Thy grace divine,
Always
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
conquer, we'll expand
Carrying hope, in every hand
Swords wielded by every woman and man
Backed by an army, as numerous as grains of sand
In our hearts,
everyone hate us
Still broke than a motherfucker, niggaz is starvin'
And that job trainin' shit is only good for the Army
I guess I should a been a C-O
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition hide from us
I can send a ghost
live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire hey
'cause it's the be-the-are-the-O-the-O-K
L-why-N is the place where I stay
His army jumps to action well prepared to fight
A tiny band of beautiful soldiers launching into flight
Swirling 'round the archon beast
Hear them howl
Burns out the Ukraine
Trees and umbrellas
Protect us from the new rain
Armies of engineers
To analyze the soil
The food we contemplate
The water
us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for
the army for us
I just gave all of my bitches some money
They gon' fuck me whenever I'm horny
I bought my niggas everything they wanted
They done gave
listen people, artists, bands
Before you get close with those brands
Before you think it's cool to go
Record free at converse studio
Before south by
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
than those Devas?
No Sire, not at all.
I want my king to be immortal.
So we can easily take down Devas with our great army.
My Lord...
By doing
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
He's out cold.
O-h-h-h, this just brings us up to what's happenin' again folks.
The Titanic she's sailin' around in between the icebergs.
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
at its finest
M.O.B. thugs for motherfuckin life
Motherfuckin made niggas
We comin after these niggas world wide
Feel me
Makaveli The Don
My
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
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