Lyrics:
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
loved
Had all turned wicked and bad
As He looked over His creation
He was grieved by His own plan
But just before He destroyed everything He loved
He
and honor honor the code
Stop snitchin, be a man nigga honor your role
I stick by the stove, when I'm on it it's on
You see that coke turn to oil it's
I got a boyfriend now
C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be together (c'mon)
No matter
the money and the gold
And burn the wagon
Rush up John Wayne an' the one Levon
Him cavalry friend, we burst them one by one
Well hear wicked man say them
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
Who the fuck is you
I don't know if you a cop Say he lookin' for the man, well, who the man
on the block
Say he heard they got narcotics, hide
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't want to ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin' car man
Yo why you trippin' man? Get
Turn up in the headphones quite a bit
We in Paris with this shit ya know I'm sayin'
Yes, sir
Rest in peace my brother Paris Brown, nah mean?
nothing left
Put to rest man, I started path of wicked
About a decade ago
I was destined to bring darkness
To records and microphones
You can hate this if
Two faced they're beast in disguise
If I move on, I'll be by myself
I can't tell more, brother rest in peace
Bit by bit, mould, reshape myself
I have
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
Flesh keepin it wicked kickin em up bitch flippin his
tongue hit em up now heæ?¯ so deadly then if he want some come get hung
Iæ?¦ gonna get wicked
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Flesh keepin' it wicked
Kickin' 'em up b****
Flippin' his tongue, hit em up
Now he's so deadly
Then if he want some come get hung
I'm gonna
hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I
hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know they'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I
wrapped around the idea so they stabbing my back
Want my head on a plate tonight man, no if, ands, or buts about that
But I'm loaded up ready for combat,
the passenger door
And I rolled through the gravel and glass on the road
Start to hike up the ten at a rest stop alone
Is a brown station wagon and a family
Heard on your radio
Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man
Take the microphone and kick the
Wicked like a man
I went from construction Timbs
To Acs with
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart
Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more
Of any sons gunned down
By police by police crime
Shit is getting wicked
And I be feeling hopeless
'Cause I don't know how to fix it
They hang us by
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
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