Lyrics:
nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas dont
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
checkin's
The crown says I'm down, from the ground up
But what if emcee comes
Come on, emcee go
Easin in as slick as I can
The feelings right
The music's
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
a punch till unconcious
[Reff:Norgoth]
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat 'em
Can't run away from
I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
have been handed
Day by day
Generations on down
We came up from the subway
On the music midnight makes
To Charlie's bass and Lester's saxophone
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
Welcome back to the show
And the results are in
OK Broken Music Man
(Yeah)
When it comes to the ill-educated
Narrow minded
Mundane
wonder why we had burners from young
Like Alexandre Pato
They're beefing with these low lifes, for them cold nights
I'm tryna' make music my whole life
stays in bed a lot
Yeah she's still going out at night?
Dad, it's okay, i can take care of her i
Know how to make pancakes now hey baby
That's beautiful
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
anytime
Somewhere oh babe there is someone
Oh you're dancin' in my mind
Oh oh oh little queenie
I'm your fool come on
Teach me the rules
I will send
doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the train
Or the bus it's
the pin and just stop
Oh no little homie now you coughin? Hold up lemme grab a coffin
Aint in pain yet you keep poppin, Take another shot that’s where pac
before you get meatsliced
I'm from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, you might lose a Ken in a street fight
Night slow guiders with both sirens
done in a minute and the room became bright,
It was snug and warm and lit by lamps and a firelight.
A place you would desire to see on a winter's night
Mop sticks in case we see
Him at the traffic light
Hot shit send a nigga to the afterlife
And it's still from the morning
To the whole night trap going
again
Askin bout my music and my plans
I picked you up and held you in my hands
Played it cool but told you in advance
That I ain't lookin for another
But one night, at the Social Club meeting
Mary didn't show up
She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory
In order to get a pass
To see some big
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