Lyrics:
back down
All the ones that used to hate me
How does karma sound?
All these rappers think they're hot
I'll have to calm them down like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
step in the door, we cause panic
Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt
Few chicks felt your style, now you
Bitch I'm G E E B
Smoke a lot of Geebs
And you know what's coming soon it's Tha Geeb tape 3
And I'm Z EYE DOUBLE L A
In this bitch
And I'm mobbing by
the gold caps in my 8ths
Breaking right through the fuckin' door
Watch my 3rd eye flow
Indigo soul trapped in a body
Releasing like a shotty
Numerous counts
on roaring down that line
So all he's got to worry 'bout is time.
I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
He says come on sit down Kid,
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
get through smokin it
I'm comin to your house nigga
What's for breakfast
Kickin in your door
At 3:47 in the morning
I got my ?? yawnin
Time
too far up you can't see -
come on!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You down to ride with us, you down to fly with us boogie down to
sound when it comes to us,
Three men chilling with the boy on the road
Four door mase fuck up yo
One by one i go wound dem no
Two by two shordy get down low
Three men chilling with
just faded
God now interrogated
Truth now investigated
Worthiness contemplated
Only time remains (x3)
(Verse 2)
Infected by death
Not the killing kind
the door: a guided tour; what we came here for
One: don't let the sun go down on
Two: love, but are undone by
Three: whose name is...
I won't even start
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade
down the floor
She trips over a suitcase tucked behind the door
She says "now what can come of this my friend, I hope he knows
Cheatin' and then leavin'
'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
Insane like a runaway train I'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ollie ollie oxen free!
Like one, two, three
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Yo I pop six boxes, play some scalezes
*16
When I opened my eyes again, dawn was coming down on here
Front door was opened then I saw a lady coming here
I was so tired. Tryna get some air.
the world to rights, sit back and watch it all slide by
It's a view from a train, pay somebody else to drive see the suits,
I see the suits sunning
the inside of me
See, I swore I would never forget the summers that made me
But I so adore the decor of you sat waiting in the corner by the pub door while
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