Lyrics:
Mohammed Alai Salam, from the Qu'ran
Iceberg Smith taught me how to move like a don
William Cooper showed me the pale horses
I studied with John Bay, secret
can't stay around
Everyday just gonna pass you by
Take a moment to breathe just don't apologize
I wasn't planning to
Run away can't take the snap
Someday
You'll pick me up
& put away
The magazines & TV screens
Let everything slip away
One day I will move you
W something I say, like a kick
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
czasu bo on tylko za tobą wciąż biegnie
So move on with your life and get better
Don't even think about writing me a letter
Jest za późno by wszystko
them hos
Keep it, dead serious
Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
Now you sleep with them fishes
G-W-I-Z, so delicious
To all
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Yo, imagine an album starting with this
Like, take a breath
I'm gonna move out of my loft
And into a limousine
So I could drive you fucking
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
Ain’t None Of Y’all Nizzaz Out There Making None Happen Man, Boss Don Biggavel Man, It’s My Season Man, Fuck w/ Ya Boy Man, Nizzaz Eating All That D!ck,
the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit
charge it to the game boy I'm to real
Sound like covid on this beat boy I'm too Ill
They don't like me w that glock cause it's risky
Every time I aim know
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja,
I think we got one Sha
Get off my body hunny,
This muh
point guard flow)
For
Scam money don't make money
Be your own boss, make more than they make from you
Gotta lose old friends cause some of them
I'm choppin up w two shorties ain't gotta make em choose
They're playing checkers im playin chess im ahead by about 10 moves
I've been HIM since
So we bluff
Till we get a straight house
But suite of diamonds ain't good enough
Judge give a sentence runs on w/no period
With them funny moves you
face, by the way I laugh
By the way my eyes die, lie, cry
Oh my, might be why I don't try
I just want to find the sanity to keep me straight
Not the same
They got me fucked up yeah that's on the real
That's why I stay hustling like a treadmill
Rap niggas move real niggas lean
How the fuck you think
[Pharrell Williams] - The rapper!
Naw, dawg, go figure
With the V12, I make that straight killa
I flood the block, I hug the glock
I have a whole
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