Lyrics:
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
the lead
(Empty clips)
Bullets cheap and I'm tryna see Red
(Pushing wigs)
Santorini Gun no bull shit (real shit)
Dead da bull Matador with a full clip
Tech
heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
[Ja Rule] (01)
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads
went and bought him a gun
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doing drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel
went and bought him a gun
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doing drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel
I'mma hit these niggas this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)
Try to explain to you buds, this shit is circumstantial
I am your friend, as sure
Yea
Trust in God's process that's word
High so long that my vision blurred
Same bad hoes that'll call me first
Same old hoes I used to get swerved
Yeah, yeah, one more time
Seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin', it's to the left
It's just leanin', dribblin'
Like, like he gave it a bag
dead
Only time rappers start to act like my friend
Is when they in my
City looking for protection, they scared
I can't eat without my dawgs, they fed
I
rappers do
When it's on time, it's skull and bone signs at the stu
We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen
If you think I remind you of any
heart is open
Our reason to be here
Long ago, set into rhyme
Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
The sun will lead
Columbia Records
While dealin' with what the country Colombia jungles had left us
First time you heard of Nas, I prolly was under some pressure
Gun in
'Cause this ain't Broadway
I'll remind ya, I require
Time to re-stoke proverbial fire
And retire, a la playa
Because life is a beach anyway
I'm
Everybody dead man
We all dead cuz we all sin
Don't mind me I'm a dead man I died man
Christ brought me back to too many times man
His blood got my hair
it
So pleez - yount wanna beef me cock back uzi
Back ta make peace yount wanna harm me
You fuckn with an army
We all got big guns tuck by the tummy
Me
that the gun jam, in the hands, of the slave master (we won't die, head to the sky, Fist up with pride)
Nah we won't die
God by our side
Black God body
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
to aspire, to Die Hard"
So as long as I'm on the clock punching this time card
Hip hop ain't dying on my watch
But sometimes, when I'm sleeping, she comes
Show you the way
You could say I'm a great boss
Am I your friends? Perhaps, perhaps not
Mischief, mischief, a chaos, chaos!
By the time that you’ve
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
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