Lyrics:
to the pavement.
Watch the smoke clear ‘cause the fire was blazin’.
Know a couple fake people but I’m not namin’.
Got big dreams so I’m on a money mission,
Want
beat (??) by seven and i spark a hood
people low profile and i watch my back
cuz its hard to know where da perpatraing brothers at
look around these
a greater man except Jesus
Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me
The original Likwit rough rhymer
Protected by the gat and bandana, who
Goodnight, sun
I love the colors you've chosen to close with
Goodnight, sun
And the rays and how they are woven
Watching me watch you fall over
feelin' like I'm too hard for the game I'm in
Caviar seats salmon, that's five, I filet my Benz
Militant is how I train my men
Nigga diss me at 9, he'll
what to wear
Those faded cut off jeans are my favorite pair
Don't go messing with your hair
Let it all blow around
Move over in the middle by me
scared sometimes
Show me something real, show me just how I can let go
Let me light the way for you
When the candle dies and fear takes over you
Tell
what to wear
Those faded cut off jeans are my favorite pair
Don't go messing with your hair
Let it all blow around
Move over in the middle by me
what to wear
Those faded cut off jeans are my favorite pair
Don't go messing with your hair
Let it all blow around
Move over in the middle by me
coasters up against the sky
Wish that you were here by me, so close that I could die
You said love wrecks everything and none of us survive
But I got over
Dirty jumped over the counter watch them bitches in the back
Tron grab the camera so you can hide a nigga face
Snatch the tape out there make a clean get
the music on and start to dance
One by one she takes off her clothes
And prances all around the floor
While all the boys are peeking over the fence, saying
care
So I'm packing up equipment
As I'm heading for the door
And the owner calls me over
Just to take a little more
You can undercut my money
Like
Reaching through the pain the real world sent your way
Problems you can't understand but still you have to fight
It makes me proud inside to see
I play the game by your rules
Because I know you've got the tools
I'm not crying
You watch my steps
My every move
Because you're looking for
flying by me changing his clothes
The guys who only concentrate on picking their nose
All you punks who make your engines roar
The hundred year old lady
search this wide world over
But she'll never find a sweet man like me.
When I die, want you to dress me in straight laced shoes
A box back coat
in these fields (green haze)
Over them phones, stay brief
Them shit's be tapped for real (huuhh)
Im in these streets so deep
Watch my back for real
it
I'm from the era when BET had team summit
Now the watch is like a hell
Date to turn my stomach
This high level of artistry's a part of me
I'm bored
they minds, maybe had somebody by me
My body wit lacerations, cuts, abrasions
Wounds I couldn't slide, from when the bullets started blazin
Awaken from
Wrong way on a one way,
Street lights luminate this night.
When we're here side by side,
Each moment breathes new life.
So get right, all that you
to watch
Is that lights on ya stage, that ice on ya chain?
Yo I'm C.O., Other People Money type thing
Now haters in the game want to take my place
Live
Written by billy burnette.
Well on down the freeway - hollywood
Freeway
Got me wheels rollin' rockin' the night
Away
Know a little place down
me on my menstrual
And these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as him
Probably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse
1 ? Yo what
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