Lyrics:
non-descripts can't ride wit me
Cause I'm poppin' in real life, I mean
Real, real life...I'm poppin' in real life
I mean, real, real life... Poppin' in real life
of the few of the real niggas left
Three of the few of the real niggas left
We three of the few of the real niggas left
We three of the few of the real niggas
you trust
Heard he ain't do it but I'm a different type of dude I would of bust
I never put my pipe down
My brother calling for a band I'm coming
the doctor of psychiatry
Weapons of mass instruction finally broke me
He said "Act your age, don't be afraid, take two of these.
Now listen real hard, put down
It's elementary
[Lloyd Banks]
1,2,3,4
[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks' in the house
[Lloyd Banks]
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With
the feed
What we do is real
Overlooking the air port
Over sun flowers, sitting still
Life's meant to be short
But it's meant to be worth it
And lived
sleepin' and Hip Hop is soft
EPMD is the boss like Rick Ross
We don't knock or ring or else we kick down the door with force
Bust you down, leave a sign
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
a walking contradiction
Living fiction
That's depicted by
Mental restrictions (that's not real)
When ya dog coming up in the hood
But you keep him down
these bitches out here always can be bought (can be bought)
Let me show you how to ball (ball)
Let me show you that yo real niggas gone be there when
You knocked on my door
But I pretend I don't hear it
Tears on my floor
But I pretend I don't fear it
You're not mine anymore
That ship sailed I can't
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
like this
Turn it up
Hold onto me
Never let me go
Your love's so sweet
Girl I lose control
Run it back for me
Get the remote
Like a DVD
Here we go
Nah,
My life on dvd this shit a movie ian stuntin
Remember i touched my first band i told myself to keep it coming
Used to wear the same clothes everyday
the powder every powder the crack
Every hour I devour money shower
With that lemonheads in my air, how sour is that?
Real sour, I break shit down like twin
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
wood from my bats
Then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout nothing more than life
What else these
crotch
Beat a bitch down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block
Teasin on the dicks, doin nigga shit
We're just some real ass niggaz
We're
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
-S-O-L-you-T-E P-O-W-E-are see me clownin'
Look at all you playa hatas frownin
Raw, God said kill 'em all, Tech's backs to the wall
Fightin' for my life
dukes too
Tears streaming down her pretty face
She got her palms to it
My life is getting too wild
I need to bring some sort calm to it
Bout to lose it
just don't give a fuck
'Cause our only real problem's handling bills and getting paper cuts
Slam and shut the door on competition 'till we make enough
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