Lyrics:
where to go now
Don't know what to do now
I'm sorry Miss Jackson
2nd verse: Jay LaMark
Look, Yo
Send all them shots up my way
& think I'm bout to run
all that I see is dead meat
Momma said God took his time when he made me
I put my pride to the side, off safety
I'm on a diet, on a diet from
I'm chasing that money
Washington Jefferson Lincoln Hamilton Jackson Grant
Benjamin Franklin
Stick and move
On the run like Exxon
My phone ring I'm
gonna be that way
Little girl you've been down here so long
I can tell by the way that you move you belong to
The Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
trying to fight idolatry and lust
Being good ain't enough so in God I trust
I got faith
Seeking restitution from all my mistakes
Look me in my face
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
I get a bag, I get a bag, I get a bag cause I run it up
You niggas mad, you niggas sad, you ain't got enough
You coming in last, I'm first cause I
had to run it back
Mama, I carry the reverb of every word you'd pray in my southern tone
Like a Mahalia Jackson solo. I hijacked your smile hid it
(I can't go on this way)
Came too far and I ain't going backwardds for nothing
I ain't being distracted by nothing
Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't
yellow bellies
All give way to a never ending white
You are the heroin king of the piazza
You are the heroin king of the harbour
You are the heroin king
Completing the executional shit is usual
I ain't scared of ya! Takin all of yo' paraphernalia
That's my words on Mrs. Mahalia
I hope you know yo' best bet,
to write while you continue talkin'
Na, you ain't on my mind. You just in the comments
Spendin' life
Focusin' on mine
I got it all
I turn the key
I make
Dionne Jackson ]
Are you looking for that place to go
Where the true players kick game for sho'
All you need to do is let us lead the way
[ Dolla
Articles and track team the way that I inspire
Villans and thugs for hire to run like somebody set their socks on fire
Evil doers know by now to say,"aww
'em up, two by two
Keep 'em coming, just one move
It's all in the hips
Watch me grooooooove
Dirty thoughts, floating around your nasty mind
See you
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
My mind is all over the place and I like it
I'm finally in a better place
A better place
I found my way
I
own songs all by myself, tied to
The legacy that I tried to
Derive from your artistry and drive through, right? Oooh
But I just wish you were here
run like Forrest Gump
Great minds think alike me and Tate copped the matching pumps
Bout that cash
In them rubberbands
Play and you get slumped
Drums
on each other, these two huge human beings. And its the short inside shots. Now look at the way that Jackson Millar makes space to attack that body.
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
My Pollock
All this is gonna make you be late, so now you better run
Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock
A fist full of paint balls
one pistol
You should run
And whoever run witchu should run witchu
You rap about guns all the time in ya bars
I get time behind bars cause that
What
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
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