Lyrics:
To meet me cuz, i'm a flirt
And baby don't bring your
Girlfriend to eat cuz, i'm a flirt
Please believe it
Unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then
The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one-by-one
And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break
in jail a 8th go for 100 (Know I know)
I be driving on the south of the country I'm taking these risks cause I want it
(And I want it)
I had to go
baby I'm sick of the club
Cause ever since I met you
They ain't even worth it
All these other bitches refundable like a purchase
8 months damn near
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head,
They keep fallin'...
But there's one thing, i know,
The blues they send to meet me,
Won't defeat me,
It
think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by
up and down everytime you swing my door
I got my rims finger fucked
By a god dam j
Gave him 1.8
Of some hard ass yay
It's a lot of crack smokers
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in
Easy, call em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay,
I go, on and on and on and
Don't take them to the crib unless they bon'in
Easy, call em on the phone and
Platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay,
keep a eye open when you sleep
Four make sure your spot workers do they're chores (trash)
Five always keep a glock by yo' side
Six real n****s stick
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
a doctor now
I got MD behind my name
I want you to meet my wife
I met her while I was in college
She is a school teacher mama
Yes she is
They told that mama
she on pussy (Fag)
Bad bitch with some bad pussy (She bad)
Empire, all I need is Cookie (All I need)
OPD, they just wanna book me (Fuck twelve)
Raf
And my fate my character breaks laugh my head off
In the mad house lookin at pollock before they chop me dead I scoff
One leg at a time still got the mob's
The walls are built up stone by stone
The fields divided one-by-one
And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
the way I do
Dear Magic 8 Ball
Please tell me romance still exists
Will boys be men, or will they just keep playing pretend
Oh oh Magic 8 Ball
Oh oh Magic
the slightest light
Gathered in a circle with some guys I’m inspired by
He approached each one and reached his hands out
Covered they eyes and turned them black
I
me on my Myspace
Can't fuck with you if you ain't in my Top Eight
And I rather you not come 'round
I like my peace and you can't seem to calm down
Meet
Meet you at the crossroad cause you were my homie
And I'm gonna miss all my partnas
And I'm gonna miss all my partnas
Till we meet up again
And I
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
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