Lyrics:
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
of neighborhood clout
Now what the fuss be 'bout
I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin in work
Meanwhile others dug ditches and covered themselves in dirt
One
think about fucking her
And go fuck my other bitch that live in fucking Pink Houses
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do
But check it
How you spell
by real locs
First class always, you bring a busload
You neverous when you sit in coach
I know your facade, hardcore
You hope a lot of people get
The same questions on my mood, just a side of me
Lost in Paris inside a time and dimension
Surrounded by intentions of villains sheddin' their blessings.
So don't you ever dare even try to compare us
By the time you hear this
I'll be somewhere in La Isla Mujeres
Or maybe flying to Paris
So don't you ever
that.
You live in my mind. Who designed that?
I'm intertwined, blind as you walk by.
Now I got what I wanted.
4 O'clock in the morning yawning.
Think
come true
And I want today and tomorrow
Don't want another day to go by without you
You're a dream come true
You're a dream come true
What would it look
Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, soo woo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes
Half
soft
And I'm the black hearse that came
To haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas
If you want a war, get
pictures
Then I post all them motherfucker's on Twitter
Your man ain't no hitter so I ain't scared of him
What the fuck he gon' do to me
Stab me in the shin?
To Ye and Hov over there in Philly
I was up in Paris man
Standin' next to Diddy
And he introduced me as BIG
And told me I was killin'
And not that I was
on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cause either way pays me
A little rough with a hardcore theme
Couldn't
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Refrain ( cnd the dreams we share and we talk about sometimes takes us by surprise
cnd the lives we live in this modern age I'm thankin GOD I'm so alive. )
as halfway crooks
Niggas shook from the door like
"Who is 'dem boys?"
Anything happen in front of it
They're responsible for it
Niggas play hardcore like they
is thankful for his daughter
While we all in the backseat of my Impala
Hut one, hut two, hike, hike, hike
They don't know about the scratches on my
And choke the white folk
Let's get ready to rumble!
In the jungle nobody loves a
Loser cause he lives alone
I'm on a level to find a way to flip shit
Words
Yo
Y'all
Y'all!
Drop that, man
Yeah
On a gangsta tip
Freddie Foxxx in the house
You know what I'm sayin'?
Rollin' with the Flava
We
the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones and so on and so on
I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get
to live in the ghetto
Keeping it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low
nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall
Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know
'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
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