Lyrics:
really had to break it down
I really had to keep it simple
I had to run up and down the court watching y'all like the league official
I never had
was my first official date so I was stuck like
It was past curfew, and we was at the grove
And it was raining, and I had to be home
And then you
excluded
Tough
So here I stand
And I'm blocking your shine
I gave you the truth
To nurture your roots
And standing by my side
A cage bird still sings
Here's
that's official
I had nightmares of that picture
When we left that shootout, you still had bullets in your pistol
I don't fuck with y'all that's
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya n***** ain't s***
Tell 'em I said that!
He n**** lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
can't fuck with you n*****
My uncle got ties, my daddy official
Still popping shit, know they mad that I'm into
We getting money, I hope that ya'll doing
Yeah
This my type of shit right here
Slight work light work whatever you wanna call it
R.I.P all my niggas man
My cousin showed me how to use
Mold and shape, make it my mission
Here am I, let's make it official
Lord, I choose to be used by you
Lord use me as you choose
I'm so sorry, I should've
[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
homo, and you expect to crack a bitch
Game for ya, good to ya
Then it’s still ‘fore you crack a
Bitch and let er spoil
Man I got bitches by the dozen tho
fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin ridiculous
Still facinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
One time
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
waisting time
No i cannot go down
No i cannot rewind
Next up to a official business
I still got more to knock off a wish list
Got demons out the way off
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
the runway, I knew I'd be outta here one day.
Got my passport baby I'm oh so official 50 states ain't enough for this girl
On the first flight out of here
Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!
Everybody, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now
Uh, yeah, yo
What up my people equal? This be
greasier than a slab of bacon
Bitch, you still cooking this pork in this house?
Stop cooking that damn pork in this house
The hell going on in here?
Take
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
security state of virginia,
whose official theorist declares method on black
skin as a manicured lawn, as an alabaster factory,
as strip mining the top
it, pride won't let you show it
Cuz it's lawyers from the hood, doctors, teachers and poets
Planted you here at birth, you still ain't choose
I put fye on these niggas
When I take off just like a rocket
Still realizing lies
Straight from their sockets
I said that I'm back from the dead
But
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
ain't really gettin' bricks
Its official man ya niggas ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that!
He nigga lying everytime you hear rhymin'
He don't talk
repeated
It's hard to argue when the witness say they seen it
Some sobbing others seething
There's gone be trouble this evening
County official is pleading
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