Lyrics:
gotta make peice
With yourself
Get the monkey off your back
You gotta make peice
With yourself
You can Straighten out
Get your life on track
You gotta
who brought ya
Escapism, Return Of The Mecca, Straighten It Out, The Creators
Yeah, right about now we about to make history
The track make you nod
stop, his father was hot
Couldn't just stop 'cause he coulda got shot
They move him down south to straighten him out
And he's still selling dope by
shoot through the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "Somebody help
up o believe me, I'm goin up you believe me? Ain't no one ever gon beat me, family strong like Medici, look at your jealous demeanor, yall lookin green
of Dunn
Is too quick to bust
And too swift to just, talk in angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you
Peep it i'm the Head Nigga In Charge
The best
school, I got them straight A's
Do it for the ladies
And for my babies
Lately you hate me
Try to straighten me out
I do it for the clout
I know what I'm
a paparazzi
Copy, I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In the million dollar crib eatin
On shrimp and brocolli
Watch me, Pilladels Flyer, no hockey
Tell your
crown and
No sell-out, the chip is too rough and
I'll blow your skin to sofa, leave your mind to be tough
And I might seem rough but life is much
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Straighten up your halo and crawl in love
Never in my life have I ever felt so complete
I thought about it all the time when you were lying next to me
But
Will Win Out
Better Stand Up And Act Like You Wanna Do Right
Don't Play The Fool For The Rest Of Your Life
Work On It Brother And You'll Make It
Someday
dreams
Cream of the crop
Believe it or not
Rise from the bottom
To reach for the top
They tossing the rotten
So straighten your stalk
Or you'll get
So, allow me to straighten your crooked records
I am history
My name is Black, but you can call me "Daddy Pop"
'Cause I'm father to the rainbow
I got
kill for the life of the team?
If I ever came between you and the green (that's right)
Who's the fiend? (Who's the fiend?), By any necessary means
I
the "joy" of my life is the microphone
So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing
Gettin' the green nahimean getting it clean
[Chorus: Jean Grae]
filled up with your blessings
Till I preach life to the green
Ain't playing your power has got me preaching
First, you changed me
You brought me deals
All
the bitches at
Holdin' somethin' heavy to help you straighten out your back
A couple of drinks and I bend you over the kitchen sink
So what, you think I owe
to somebody that is faithless
Half these idiots put out something oh so tasteless
Manufactured by a machine that has a certain sameness
Bow down you're about
That is where you can be found
As you take your ease 'neath your favorite trees
That are green the whole year 'round
Green the whole year 'round,
in that department
So I straighten her out
She tell me she's into girls
But I was laying her out
Girl let me show you life's finer segment
Let's make
Come split your innocence
Since it’s alright
Ill straighten out what’s bent
Then it’s alright
It’s okay don’t be upset
Jett it’s alright
Can't feel
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS
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