Lyrics:
and now Simon's on No. l, Vivian 2,
Nigel 3, Gervaise on 4 and Oliver bringing up the rear. Ah there's
Oliver
(Oliver is still trying to jump
Until mid-afternoon in the daylight
He often
Appears exhausted and physically drained
Of his three-year-old
Son, who still lives in Philly
He admit's that
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
by them don’t give a fuck about my gen-
Eration you aint my mate like yerba lemon elation
Patience is the key when writing these poems
Make it sure its
Will Smith doesn't have to
Cuss to sell raps
But when Jada
Gives him the look
You know he slaps
Oscars need the views
They given him daps
Hollywood
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
[parrish smith]
Ah yeah, vacation's over
Suckers still pickin on the four-leaf clover
As I say mic check, epmd's in effect
Snappin necks and cashin
chocolate
Opportunity ba y3 na you just waste it
Mugu no anfa a
Nya abotere 3b3ba
3 am mission 3nkasa
Import duty buoden m'aboka
Still a by force line no b3
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
and I just popped 3 pills
I don't know which one's which or what it's for
Safety ain't really a habit I've formed
I still smoke to the cigarette butt
again
Collie smith, collie smith
The man of the three wickets
I can remember ?
Jamaican the first to ?
But in the second ?
He batted to everyone of them
controlled
By your love
Ok
K you my modern day Helene Smith
In a esteem sense you, seem special
Do this beat sample justice like seamstress, sue?
I hope
this shit look
Ask EPMD, rap is still out of control
'cause hip-hop plus Glocks
Equals Scott La Rock, 2Pac, and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggas
after all you dont respect my sacrifies
Paul Smith
Zarra Jeans
True Religion
Fendy tops UK shoping center
3gye s3 ne ni h3n hu one of the expensive shops
as a chaser
Got her legs shakin' like my dick is a taser
Shot three men, still didn't phase her
Love them bad boys, AliSins, laser
Pew
Johnny AliSins
In my
AYE
YUH
YUH
AYE AYE YUH
AYE
Cock my Smith n Wesson back, to yo mothafuckin' mouth
Cock my Smith n Wesson back, to yo mothafuckin' mouth
Cock my Smith
I’m Catholic Cool
Performed by
E. Walter Smith featuring The ICC Choir & Friends
Chorus
I’m cool 6x I’m Catholic
I’m cool 4x I’m Catholic
still need you in my life
Problem
Children
Dressed in the prada
Kill them
If they mess with the shogun (Show, gun)
Will smith (We’ll smith)
To the head
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast, fuck, took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin' that real shit
Volume Three still sold more
still will sell some girl to a Piperboy
I got lots of bills
He a veteran but three Letterman
On my cock for real
I feel that nigga there should disappear
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
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