Lyrics:
the start
With all the messages, they're written in the dark
It was all by night
I guess they want my la la la la la la light
We had the tools, we had
line
And if you keep a tool
I pray to god that you a handy man
Can't stop
I'm tryna get it
Never stop
I'm tryna get it
By all means
I'm tryna get it
By
Pressed about my partners
They ain't playing by the rules
Fresh out the apartments
so I'm leaving with the tool
I was flipping packs all through them
this or am I just a victim of one big plan
Did I break the rules or am I just broken by design
Did I throw away the tools or am I ill equipped by brand
I
tolerate
They taught us to be violent that's the only way
So I keep a tool on day and night and stay alert
The trouble is gon' find you when you on this side
to analyze me
For all those who want to analyze me
My mother committed suicide when I was four or five
I love Mike-O was killed by a psycho
But I'm not
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
Champagne and pools, layin by the palm trees
What else do you want from me?
Is it the house that I live or the things that I can give am I a fool,
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
know you love yourself
Right on, you got it so tightened up
And I'm so blown away by your fucking cool
I hear a call from above say "The beast must
broke (yeah)
I came a long way but, shawty, ain't nuttin changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused, bro
Run up on me wrong, now
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
Its a rack
If it's on me
And I put that
Onna homie
I don't need assistance
Do my dirt
All by my lonely
Its a rack
If it's on me
And I put that
Onna
head out
I did all by myself
No time to sit lounge
Solo mission im the route
Newmark is on the prowl
I laced chucks & dip out
Use My anger as a tool
drinks down and pick them tools up
And if dude trippin we hit dude up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
We drop the top down
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
'em over the stovetop
Grabbin' that pot, I was anxious (anxious)
I left my sack for them old knots (a lot)
We call 'em old, they ancient (ancient)
Girl girl (x8)
[E-40]
I throw the yola in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Add a little baking soda, make it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my
it's hot, just stay hydrated
Water black rose by the day
The sun haffi shine when things grey
Blessings when ya overcome
Ya see blessings when ya
fool?
The next time we both gon' drop
Seven in a pot fool
I bet I come back with 29 bitch no blow up
Make the dope fiends throw up
It's all about
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But when a man dies, the next man rides
Ready for war with a four
I'll gladly get it knockin'
Chunky nine right by my side look like a midget walkin'
Watch the shit that you talkin', promise its with me often
I got
Small boy take your time
All these niggas turn fake as the time goes by
All I need, all I need is my ride or die
Yo B, what's your name
What's your
I killed an ant
With my guitar
Underneath romantic Indiana stars
He was a fool
I was so cruel
The power of music is no tool
So I hit him in
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