Lyrics:
(Bill Russell Speaking)
The winning is only important
If you beat the best
My friend
Wilt Norman Chamberlain
Was far away
The best player I've ever
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
so they put him on the five
And Hamilton, old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
These are the dead presidents
From the hood
smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun
My old friend Morpheus
It all being with us
Illusions turned to dust
(Dollar Bill)
It all being with us it all being with you and then it all was us
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
your friends for real
Got it by yourself don't need no man for help
Baddest out your friends and baby that's nice
No limits not from magnolia but living
smaller
So they'd rise out of all the blue
A sunflower wished
That he was taller
So by magic Bill and Joe got small
While the blossom dripped
Of his gold
Innocent kid
Wanna fit in
Mama is not approving of the friends
She notice the rags
Color of flags
Forcing to sag
So I have the swag
Of pulling
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
books by Malcolm Nance
I yelled "Oh hell no!"
There's a problem with this schism
They got to you and not I need to do an intervention
I called my friend
at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
Old, worn out worn out, this is rusty
Calln on my friend danny he never pickn this n+gga childish
all the rules
I'm growin' old
Seein' friends, come and go
Workin' all week, payin' the bills
I wish I had more time with the kids
Time, slow down, I
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
enough and I'm exploding
Idgaf about death it's an old friend
Like the watch sitting on my wrist and it's golden
Now guys thinking that I really got
the old neighbors mad, to be a kid again
Would cause the world spin, to be a
Friend again would make my life begin again
And we were funny too, putting
to the oldfolks' home
Get them all down, all the old friends
Old connects, visit some old friends
This is mortal combat
To mortals I'm imortal
Of course his car
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
when I send for ya,
Bring friends wontcha?
I'm from the 80's NYC 5 percent of culture,
Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma,
Wrist
shot licks
Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nixed
This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want
Italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga
New Girlfriends
Music & lyrics by Robert Porembski
VERSE:
Me and my friend Joe
Thought we were in the know
But my oh my, what big disgrace
We hang
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