Lyrics:
York
I just hit New York
Met her by store
Baby do you smoke
You know she said fasho
What you wanna roll
Let me take a wild guess its paper-toe
She Like
visions face down
Floating freshwater with the angelfishes
So many bars in my notepad
It's a paper prison
I see em writing bout metal they never held
both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others, all joined in with me
By luck then a skirmish started
I just don't know what to do
I got my boyfriend but I want you too
Don't wanna hear about fidelity
When I need a feeling deep in me
I wanna be
Toy Street v2
It ain't really all that hard.
Fuckin on a colleague
Got me beat up on the clock.
She link me in Hotwell
So I had to take the Wock.
them I can't miss
First I play them one by one
Then I sing them just for fun
La la la la la la la la
First I play, then I sing, but counting is my
"And now a buffoon's meeting with the dean of admissions at a
Prestigious college."
Dean: "Well Michael, I would like to extend my warmest
wrist, so cool
Had to get rid of that nigga, old news
We be smokin' by the ounce, roll two
Got you rollin' out the pound, real stoned
Say I got you
people that I trust
The result is how I throw my hands if I really must
I could beat up all your men
I would beat em by mile
Lay a hand on one of my own
If
gangster get your wrecked soul
And ain't nobody paying attention brazing all
The crazy lies is told
2 Calls and now I'm packing heavy
I had my run-ins with
said oh yes sir but my name is lee
And i murdered little sadie
In the first degree
First degree and second degree
Got any papers will you read 'em to me
the footprints show you are by my side
You can lie to a child with a smilin' face
Tell me that color ain't about race
You can cast the first stone, you can
about it,
The VIP get a little crowded,
You should see the piece with the diamonds inside it
Its so vibrant, platinum all around it
When I take flight,
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I'm been in 'em by myself
Locked up I
nightmare, her wettest dream
We always do that freaky thing
And when I'm coming to her house
I know just what she's all about
Don't waste no time, get in
the floor
Exposing my cheap skin
That you could is paper-thin
By the blood-filled word count
That trickles out
Have you ever felt like the siding of your
work they got don't a clue
And I'm chasing the paper got nothing to lose (YEAH)
My nigga innocent he beat the case
I'm hoping I never face similar days
M-ILL-ITANT, feel the 5th guerilla chant
Y'all talk about bodies but you would not kill a ant
My skill is amp, would peel a nigga like a stamp
Caliber is
Hmmmmm yeah
Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm yeah
Hmmmmm yeah
It’s all about us right now
It’s all about us right now
It’s all about us
All about us
All about us right
all my life
Thinkin' about my little man, so I call my wife
Well, your dada is about to make it happen
(What you mean, my nigga?) I'm about to make
to change
Every day I, every day I go paper chasing, paper
Chasing hoe
Puff take a hit then I push it to the backside of my brain
No matter what I do,
bitches
I swear they all gonna snitch when my niggas gon' shoot at 'em
Niggas, they mad about this
Niggas, they mad about that, but it's only if you let
Stopped by and I saw momma, first thing she said
You know your girl's home too
Ain't been in town ten minutes and the grapevine's
All about me and you
smile with the rising sun (Yeah-Yeah!)
Three little birds, pitched by my doorstep (Yo-Yo!)
Singing sweet songs (hey now), of melodies pure and true (Hey
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