Lyrics:
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
Gone 'Til November
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can't stay
I'll be Gone 'Til November
I'll be Gone 'Til
so I can't go wrong
I write rhymes, Gemini my sign
I got a nine I don't rhyme about mine
I spit, it's legit, never stopped by cops
Comin up with
Like the inferno in my soul I stay blazing
Feed the flame like calcifer
Transcending my former transformation
Higher caliber hit you with Excalibur
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
the weed, T, ya heard me? Yeah
Uhh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak
Uhh, Weezy F. Baby, I
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round
and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear
these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
Bob Dylan was sculptin' the silence
On the night she left forever
I listened to her footsteps goin' down
Convinced myself I would feel better
She
I told her
Hey good looking
Don't know what they been cooking
Was walking by
You caught my eye
Can't get your frame mistooken
Cant tell if i'm in
I stay connected to the pussy like cat dog
But you can’t fuck with everything especially not a bitch with a stench
Just like the pad they live in I
up car, still work a 9 to 5, bitch that's my fucking job
Bob like build and build like bob, be rich by like 25
Dis shit like do or die, shoot every
Know they gotta feel me
Knowing they gone feel me baby
See bitch I'm racked up back up lil Nigga don't make me act up
Watch how I bob and build
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
half when we a whole
If you play play by the code
Never lie like under oath
Stay down until I come up
Say you with me gotta prove it
From dark times till
to wine
I do not move by your time, say what, what
Everyone round me just grind, my girl stay finer than dimes
She like the sun in the night, yeah
And now
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