Lyrics:
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
it, got money you better get with it
My man had the thug in him did his bid with it
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from
and willing
I gave em exactly no time to switch feelings
Pulled out, to my man, look out
Commits to warfare, and rock these to sleep like this here
you're built for this war
I was born from a long line of cast iron survivalists
Street-wise grime combined with the mind of a scientist
And a heart
a new plan
Sold off His rock and built your house on the sand
The sunset was pretty
You were feeling alright
Til the wind started blowing
In the middle
Ladies and gentleman
We got MC Shan and Marley Marl in the house tonight
They just came from off tour
They wanna tell you a little story about
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
your deal
Forget a rep i keep it real
Simple man nomad from the land i copy no man
I'm stuck in this jam and its forced by the man
I was born sick of it
Once, in a night as black as ink
She drove him out when he would not drink
Round the house there were men in wait
Asleep in rows by the Gaza gate
But
The kind of man that you could trust when the going it got tough
They came across the mountain tracks they'd known since they were born
The men who'd built
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
Batterram's rollin task force swarm
Pigeons squawk with the talk of a new high
Controlled by the man whose plan is genocide
Intense is a sense of ignorance
When
upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices
myself
I built a roof over my head and then I went for self
I sold cooked-up rock, made my way through school
I'm not saying you should do it cause it
shot, locked up in the can
Nope, got it poppin' with Cam, up in a drop like sha-bam
But why they knockin' that man, cuz of the rocks on his hand
father everyday
Lean on him, not me
Build my house on solid rock
Not sand I'm not a foolish man
Yeah, I lean on him
He my kickstand
I follow him
And all
man
In eighteen seventy-nine
George Alderson Smith
Was warned that his fine house would slip
Foundations turn to rubble
Be taken by the sea
the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggas
up
After the stage show
And Carnival goers still haunted
By Kelso Cochrane's ghost
Power to his picture taunts us ever after
So many questions never
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
Once upon a time there lived an old miser man
By the name of Silas Stingy
He carried all his money in a little black box
Which was heavy
If you ain't fuckin' loyal, that mean you a fuckin' snake
Trick a man into trap, niggas screw faces
He not eatin' so his workers got two faces
Boss
There rests the future for the land that they stole
A whole nation built upon the labor of black folk
He's gonna pay for his crimes to humanity
to me
My Great Grandad John
Was just the kind of man that I ought to be
He built a great big factory
And when he passed away
They put his statue in
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