Lyrics:
we'll hang out next week
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy!"
He got mad,
When they are far away at sea
"I think I'll call it America"
I said as we hit land
I took a deep breath
I fell down, I could not stand
Captain
the pro only murders solo
I almost lost my life working with teams out in soho
California beach, we was storming the place
Fucked around and almost got buck
And they just tryna keep ya down
But I ain't here to harm ya
Stick by my side I got that armor
Stick to my side good luck chain your the one I'm charming
know you got
Questions
How did we land ourselves in this drama?
I would say we started off with the karma comma
Hate our fate is found in the middle
they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor's storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
my sleep
You can get them but they not cheap
DKJ, Yung Judd, and Big T
You know that we got the keys
Started out with diner
Man we came a long a way
plaything
Don’t wanna stop this love we’re making
Scratches down my back and hickies up yours
Fuck from shower, counter, bed, and now floor
Oh who goes there,
Catch
Go deaf, blind n dumb if talking any less
This is not an Interview, Show Moulah, or I'll or We'll
We can leave you stretched out just like bow flex
90059, we them zip holders
Brick runners, real hunters, Cosa Nostra
Got dope for your nostrils too
First parking lot, three doors down (we got
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
We started out with Nothing
Turned it into Something
Everything I got
I swear that shit there came from Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had
us up and throw the booklet (take us)
Started rapping then I shook it (shook it)
I hate the fame everybody keep on looking (fame)
We done sold out
eyes closed and white
Labels out on the streets that's paper still
Didn't like the labels still
'Cause I saw it coming dizzee, Cage
Then I went down
forth by us, of course you know
Stay out our way or behold the brute force of Me Jeff and Ready Rock C,
We're a trio, oh, you didn't know?
That means
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady
and the lack of the smartness
It's about time to take it back to what we started
Yeah, what we started
Are we ever gonna get back to (What we started)
Are we
it’s money on his set
I said “We on the phone so u know say no more, you coming by the crib?”
He said “I’m almost at your door”
I go to let him in and he
you ain't down then get the fuck out the game
Or represent yo' thang
Ghosttown lb sb brookfield 76 folktown & the 90's
Twomp twomp put yo' guns up
Niggas done started something
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sipping margaritas wit
It all started oh so long ago
Before we knew what it's like to grow
I remember I connected at his old place
But through the mundane we did have fun
to 'lax and wait for Rubber Band and Bes'
Bassey broke down on the other side of town
Yo you know what it's about, The Roots is out
To the subway
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