Lyrics:
Plump pigeons
Swimming their plumpness away
Cackling at me
Every day I walk down my stairs
Stop laughing
The feathered ones
Are a peanut gallery
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
bag
I left my feelings on the day we drive by
Shot down when the goons drive by
Caught the bag like it fell from the sky
Then we ball out in our suit ,
it on down
Uptown in '97, it's the place to be
They packin M-11's nigga and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be goin down around
And Five got grabbed by the sheikhs
That's CID jakes, and they question
Why I deny, deny, deny
Caught a flight with the guys to Dubai
Said bro had a shank in
or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, nigga trust the buzz
This'll have you making one of them sounds that Busta does (woo hah)
They love me just
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on new york, power my fort
Dips, consorted by
nuttin left its mo to it then that mutha fuckin bling see I got enough heart to march with martin luther king I got them killas right by me and we can have
are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?!
Verse One: Styles Paniro
I lick shots at intruders
Take the coke money and invest in computers
Tryin' to reach
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could
Dawg i'm fucking broke
Campbells chicken noodle on the stove
Another TV dinner while I catch up on my shows
On the regular, I ain't get no greens
don't do no coke
Only stack green, bitch, you stacking up dope
Got a plan for the never go broke
Shit, she miss when I'm singing her song
I can't fuss, I
I'mma misfit, bitch I'mma misfit
I'm organic greens
You a dollar biscuit
Don't let the look confuse you
Don't get it twisted
I'mma misfit, bitch
my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, Impala's
was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gun smoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
Cause now with
was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
'Cause now
Every fucking day (3) , everyday niggas
Look around niggas (3)
What you gon' to do 'bout it nigga? (3)
What you gotta say 'bout it nigga? (3)
That's
Sometimes it makes me wonder why
This pain it hurts me deep inside
'Cause all I wanna do is give love
But all day wowdees mean mug
So it brings out
Hell highway escape from lies
Day fell like tape, full of the dead butterflies
Speeding on hell highway feeling nauseous
Bleeding on hell highway
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These
in god we have trust
Do not 2 face shit with us
Said my prayers for more luck
Now you'll be the preyed on
I should have a bill 1/2 green ass slave
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
took
A optimistic approach
One of my hittas got rich then went broke
Started to hit cigarettes dipped in wet
Then got to sniffing the coke
I grabbed
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
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