Lyrics:
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
fuck it up one time
Remember them days posted on the frontline
Niggas gonna bite you even when it’s crunch time
Call J3 he showing up in no time
Aye, her
Loudpackseason
Big 3
Gang shit
Wait
Uhh
I'm finna ball like melo
Got me a bad bitch her ass is on jello
She got a friend like hello
Pick up
bitch she gone ride
My shooters they do what I say so
Pull up and give em a halo
Keep a revolver the case closed
1099 no payroll
I got my guy yeah they
Voice: "Day turns Night" x8
[Aesop Rock]
Night Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did invent the wheel, in
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
doesn't argue with a girl cause yes, he has others
Keep updated on all kind of rubbers
Got ones that are lambskin, others that are plastic
One
shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun
Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every
kept it quiet to be safe
Sacred geometrics
Joined at the hips three a day, see the metrics
Pulling on my lip, 10-4, I peeped the message
Then we got
One, two
One, two
I'm a blessed brother
I was planned to be here by my mother
Trapped poppa with no rubber
He swore to kill me if he had the chance
I said I'm corporate thuggin', see T E
Until the day I die that's the way it's gon' be
Thug Motivation I'm bumpin' number 3
Blowin' on some killa
cash or credit
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal
Nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup
On aisle 3
And now I'm
five oh ma lady
Ɔnkɔ bɛbiaaa she dey by ma side
She dey by ma side
From gb3k3 to leebi dabiaa
She dey ma body when money never dey dey dey
She call me
scratch, don't be
Fooled by my cartoony raps
I want you to doubt me that's
Gonna be your biggest mistake
When I snap back like I'm Rubber man called Luffy
around the curb like Ayo
Take it to the garage another day bro
I'm looking for an angel with a halo
But I've been in my room playing Halo
Something must be
gettin older I fuck the bitch without a rubber
Twenty twenty three I graduate it's for my father
I'ma hustle til I fall
You gone have to kill me cuz I'm
baby?
Chorus 3:
Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas]
You won't see me tonight (uh-huh)
You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?)
I'll be gone by daylight
to call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me
Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin
Before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin
You always sayin
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
You a dime
I’m by ya side like a 9
Out side?
Ain’t goin’ out wit’out mine
Like a signature
Ya top of the line
Gotta take this one day at a time
Gotta
the pesos
These bitches got horns not no halos
Can't trust em at all nigga case closed
I can't trust none these hoes
Really trust no one I just stay by my
much money
Shit coming in so fast put it in a rubber band man
I ain't even count that shit up
And I done took so many losses
Cuz you gotta take risk if
One, two, three, four, oh, yeah (ah, ah, ha, ha) (This Is The Sound)
Crip nigga, I just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em
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