Lyrics:
its the M-A-S to tha are-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid
fly 'til the day I die, and you can't deny
Son we keepin' it fly how we keepin' this fly
Better master your eye 'cause we keepin' it fly
Bring it
but damn you like Prince"
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I
a-talkin' to an old man that had known me ever since the day I was born, and an old friend
of the family. He says, "Son, you don't know how lucky you are
cream
Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll with CRU
All respect to, that's why your girl ain't lovin' you
We peep the card in the steez
We even got
gets me goin' now
Never sell, never sold
Live by the code now
Never tell, never told
Darts I throw
Like Clyde with the finger roll
about it
God sent His only son
Go shout it
Extra Extra!
Life from the vine
Go get yours
Cause I got mine
VERSE
Away with excuses
The creator
nicely, start the fire/
Get it started!/ drink the hangover away/ get your drink on/ yo, Jaak's in!/ he realises there's not enough beer/
Bring more/
gonna do)
Behind your blinds (Peekin' out)
Hide inside (Freakin' out)
Sweating bullets (Stressin' hard)
Flip a coin (Pick a card)
Roll the dice (Draw
and cheers that we free,
God told me, son, give these haters no choice,
So I'm bout to spend a mall on some Rolls Royce's
---------
So I'm bout to spend a mall
got your nuts cut off so you really can't hang, bro
Pray to God you're not struck in the street by Dodge Durango
cll of these people I meet are so damn
before get in a jam
You had his life in your hands, just walked away like you did what you can
You really think that we playin'? Till you see choppers
[Intro: (Trife Da God) Ghostface Killah]
(Uh what you got here, is your approach)
Your approach gotta more guerilla on 'em
KnowImean? Just to make it
know
Read between the lines
Maybe you can cope
Scoop a little something
Come and get a dose
Flavour in your ear
Yeah im talking dope
By the boat
Keep
coming from the other side
But yo' auntine shot 'em from your mother's side
Daddy saw the lead comin' at hm, so done moved away from your brother's side
like rock effects I don't need 'em
You drop for your boss, I'm like a pimp when I greet 'em
Role like son, your just another recruit
Salute roody poos
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
these same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect your mom"
Memories of my wife cryin'
Put the gun in ya pull a bullet to punish ya
I'm the son of a
Bitch that wouldn't even want none of ya
Put your money where your mouth is
When you're
Storch, and a Porsche
I got license for the scorch, snipers at your porch
Rifles by the forts, and we shoot up courts
The judge just a bitch, the jury
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
your gabbing goes on
You wanna roll the dice
Snake eyes you're gone
Not much of a gambler
I'm the rambling type
Roll thru like a monsoon
In the middle
the rhymes
So let your troubles roll by...
He knows he can help himself
He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf
And someone, somewhere loses
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
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