Lyrics:
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The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Of truth, Asiatic discipline's frightenin
some who act dumb embraced by decadence
The weak in the wake of true black militants
Hear the call and all heed
a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In
Can't you see the red light
Stop don't go
Stop don't go
Stop don't go
Don't you see the red light
Can't you see the red light
Stop don't go
Stop don't go
to stop the place from stinkin'
Drinkin vodka ? coppin' mo' (Keys) than (Alicia)
From Yakama all the way to Canada, they think I'm a janitor
Man
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick
On and on, time goes on, never stops,
Just goes on
On and on,
all my stuff, and all you find
is a pocket full of money count seven G's
Now you want to think I'm sellin' keys
Cause I'm a black man, but I run my
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend and I'ma say it again, nucca
COP
(Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend
(Oh Lord)
And to the bootleggers giving em bootlegs
We breaking off both of ya legs, COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)
Stop burnin' CD's for ya friend
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
the air, y'all, yeah (what up, Brooklyn?)
And just clap your hands, yo, yo (oh)
Freak, freak y'all and you don't stop (feel free, y'all)
To the beat,
on your back, send you on your way
Yo good lookin') stop smilin'
Be still don't nothin' move but the money
Hey yo' what you wanna do
With that black
And it make me feel like, ah
It, it make me feel like ooh
Keep on with the force, don't stop
Don't stop 'til you get enough
Keep on with the force, don't
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
humble is one
It's the key to success
It gets you from point A to point B
It's literally how y'all move
We gotta move like a boss
Stop all the talking
If
on the planet
You sell CD's at 2 bucks a pop
I make 300 G's every time the bus stops
The Kid, Proof, Esham and Trick
And if you don't dig that
You can suck my
The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors
I tilt my crown, then blow down a diamond kiss
You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin' this
I'm
The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors
I tilt my crown, then blow down a diamond kiss
You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin' this
I'm
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Ok, JME Skepta big up Ribs, whats gwarning
Big up Reggie you dunknow
Soon coom home yeah
Yeah, thrown in the bin, thrown in the bin
Your CD get's
just turn the key
Don't try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from trying, you've got to
Open your heart to me, baby
I hold
by Chico out the corner bodega
Him 'n Bobbito, la familia now finito!
It's deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo'
Resowed in Carlito,
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