Lyrics:
the play
Lil' ol' scrawny nigga, for sure was catching fades
Raised by all women and still I never caved
Took it three times, extended from greatness, I
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
night he landed got laid up, by three bitches that ended up not fighting for him, but for his money
The two of them had to get under the bus
We call that
I'm a pantomime
I'm a picker in the street
I'm a painter down by Jackson square
Where angels watch and weep
Now my heart of gold
Has been turned
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Alberta gold
It's a story we all know
Alberta gold, Alberta gold
Dark black as the coal
There's money in the air
There's cracks in the street
Alberta gold
It's a story we all know
Alberta gold, Alberta gold
Dark black as the coal
There's money in the air
There's cracks in the street
for da times I was chased round da road signs
Three times for da peace sign
Four times for the fo fo tucked by da do side
Five times, and I'm still live
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Coulda put three up inside of my new safe yea
Time is money
It's so funny how you runnin' up on my race yea
See me in the street I got my jacket on
Comin'
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps
to it sowed up
Crazy how we changed the quota just by adding baking soda
Taking over streets and codas like Ford making motors
Motorolas, Toyota,
glamour glitters and gold
i unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
when i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
life is like a knot
Yea i know it's all too much
Your square lyk a table
Your a gold cable
Wasn't born in a stable
But I'm 3rd wurld enabled
Then I'm off
stroll them streets, beeper checking
Hope no cops arresting, girl, I told you them narcs be pressing
Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name
to see and there's so much to do
My own critic
By 22
Hope that we push ourselves to that view
Rings Olympic
You know it's gold
Don't need a tester to test
on all your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan, gonna work ya walls
Straight from the South side of dem Chi-town streets
The top three in the game, with
at
The grimy cat from the main street trenches, insomniac
Three in the mornin', catch me inside the trap
Knockin' off a ninety pack right by the door where
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
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