Lyrics:
For my one true
Our run's our rhyme
For my
One true
Our run's our rhyme
I went from construction Timbs, to AC's with rims
Flippin' mix tapes,
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
that he wears a skirt
Look at that bitch
He got a small stick
Get yourself a shovel and start to dig
Oh my god look at that fig
It's getting eaten by
the
Building turn them sprinklers on again
I leave your whole clique wet
Thought we died but now I'm in the born again
Swing my nine again, I ain't finished yet
richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner
The Professor
Yeah back like we never left but it feel right
Misdirection, the darkest of lights fill my night
time sight with more than enough
tag with ammunition listen
Since I was born I’ve had a fetish for murder it’s Mr Shadow and Lil One stashin bones by the border
You heard of a mfucka
merchant
Translatin transcripts, and I interpret
Their level of progression, born to detour
Able to lift a ton of lyrics like a 4x4
Paragraph professor
Not on my beige couch sweet leather
Holy smoke raised up her blood pressure
Showing her mad skills I’m the professor
I’m the jewel of the ocean, all
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
the women like night swimming in a hot tub
And Double K got dubs
We rock clubs like Tiger Woods
Giving up funk for goods
To Howard Robinson and Beverly
niggas, stay the fuck up out my way
I be true O.G., you can quote what I say
I'm a H-town nigga from around the way
Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK
(Hey hey)
Not calling me daddy then watch me go pick up your mom
Slicking her knob
Makin' it throb
Drippin' in true ice
I am God
Born of wind and ice,
(I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a) flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt)
Winkin eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt)
life
My vocal dubs be synchronized
I can see right through the lies
Bitch in the back wanna smoke with me but I don't smoke anymore
It's true I gave up
this
It's so physical
My attraction driven by alcohol
Beware of my reaction
Baby, I'm born to ball
Thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
see myself as a natural born hustler
A true hustler in every sense of the word
I took nothin', I took the opportunities
I worked at the most menial
Have hoes walk around my crib butt naked...
[Ice-T]
True, pop the remy kick back and let the players represent
High floss true boss game and take
knows why’s that
The way I keep it a hunnid they call me mad
I just keep winning though
I'm moving steady yo
Counting my stacks
25 when I'm a millionaire
Dubs (I'm A Flirt)
Sometimes When I'm With My Chick On The Low (I'm A Flirt)
And When She's With Her Man Lookin At Me, Damn Right (I'm A Flirt)
So Homie
catchin' wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off
Large Professor bout to blast off
All
on the set
Yeah, catchin wreck
Yeah yeah we bout to blast off
Mad Skillz bout to blast off
Tribe Called Quest bout to blast off
Large Professor bout
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me
Hoes I thought you know I'm smooth as a babies ass
Smooth as Teeddy Pendegrass, smoke the grass, get in your ass
The Brooklyn born
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