Lyrics:
a jiffy
Ikeja my city
Always with my Cd
This one e be real brother man see am for 3D
Nobody bin see me
Escape like Houdini
This kinda packaging dem no dey
I'm not perfect, I'm not perfect, I'm not even close (yep)
I was raised by three women, kept me on me toes (true)
And my father left for months
He
as a community to grow
With art we concocted like Dexter's Laboratory
Honored, 'cause I was nominated in three categories
Song, Video, and Rookie of the Year
song string,
this river coursing through my life,
these wild swipes at meaning.
Now I circle back to look into the spring.
When I was 17 it was 1995.
When I meditate outside, I can pree 'em by the trees
Kikiki-ing by the leaves
CP3ing my beliefs - Point God, then assist me
Westbrooking demons, take
loose by the old bossman
Said he's out the door, headed for the neon lights
Oh, he's gonna need someone to pick up the tab
Talk it out, maybe split
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
bi, na maye some way bi, na maye some way bi
My shit pound for pound, like the Amazon
When I ride that hood, I like to play my trappers songs
You deal
Look in my eyes and tell me what you see Juvenile, 17, focused on a dream
And I rap songs about my brothers that ain't here, they all deceased
Rest
confronted
By a law or a fiend, cause in Greenspoint a brother's wanted
And swine ain't no good
I grew up eatin that shit, pigs bleedin from the hooves
Now
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
Been on a boat with my brothers day by day, living it up just like the Navy
I know these bitches so jelly now that my bank account be going up crazy
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
First Verse
I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away
Chorus
Will
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
what turned his dream into a nightmare
Malcolm X said, "By any means necessary."
He didn't mean just for you, brother, he meant for everybody
Maybe if we
(One, two, three)
Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
Again we start, let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It
the character in the song
Dead by the end of the song but he's been dismembered as well
And the Front Porch Boys stopped
And looked up at me just long enough
Stand by my brother no matter right or wrong
Just hop on a beat and make a fire ass song
Ballisticc shit you get rolled up
You play with us
You get fold
Buckroll, buckroll
I know all my brothers gon' ride
I'm gon' be this way 'til I die
Better bury me a g when that day comes
Might not have it all but
hot
How many heads has your brother got?
One two three four five six...rats!
The Dallas Cowboys were passing by.
And they decided they'd like to try.
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