Lyrics:
(You're crazy) On the Jaguars
Fuck it, on the Jaguars
I'm a Pats fan, put a thousand on the Jaguars
People enslaved by their psyche
They follow the rules
reviling a meek
Innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they - or
Most of them - devout churchgoers? I detest
mansion
One big house on a little old street
We fell in love with Little Bo Peep
I'm in a rock and a hard place
But these rocks bring you heartache
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high
Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
Where do we go from here
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts
"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's
telling me
You gotta know the territory! Spend a hand
Lend a grand
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty
Two-by-four kinda store anymore?
Gotta go! Gotta
all by myself
Just 5 years old but I sure am cold
My mom's out cooking steak for someone else
Sure am sleepy but I'mma wait till mama come
Eh, the rich
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
years later got a thirty tier caper
To shoot up the scene and scheme
Plot, broken all down to two rounds of scotch
A pound means now and we too down
I'm watchin' you niggas with Malcolm eyes
Death from a thousand lines
Accurate, don't need to vouch for mine
This little culture crime sticky pack,
When I pull up on em I'm like skrrr pa
Then I'm like pa pa pa
Duck down duck down
Quiet down no sound
I'm the man round town
Who you trust if it ain't me
a glutton that big wolf in
Blowin' down them straw houses, them three little pigs gettin' slaughtered in the town square
Homemade whiskey passed around there
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
scene had to qualify with my M16 and now I walk around in these Army greens and my life ain't nothing but a big bad dream, Four years of madness it wasn't
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
Big thangs mothafucka big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee I gotta I gotta
fluid
We all goin' dumb, ya, we about to lose it (We about to lose it)
When she with me she feel a little boujee
Go around town, said she wanna make
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
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