Lyrics:
crazy
Getting head in the whip, not crashing it
Feel of a [?] short set, half Arabic
I sit in dove room with candle lit
Tell little mama handle it
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
population!
We are blessed by the death of our population!
Through it all, through it all
there'll be a little more hope
if we're ready to stop the fall
invented a tube
He was sad because it sprung a little leak
He said, "Darn it, when I hold my tube on a piece of paper,
The ink leaks out and makes
socks up with a box of
Letters that you wrote
I'll get by with silver linings
And a few more tattoos
But there's a little less love here without you
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, yo, unh
Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out f***in dudes
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
T'cha t'cha, that boy is a t'cha
I want you all to understand I'm down with BDP
I got so many styles, but I'm not an MC
I am a teacher teaching
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo
I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less
Ain't fun
The best-laid plans
and fall and fall and fall
Get all fucked up on alcohol
We're going to have a good time yet
Some got more, but some got less
And if you promise that
vision
Just know ya soul a little
I am the solar system
I am the coldest nigga
Hop out and mold these niggas
My life the coldest scripture
Hmm you should
speak from experience, hunger and hurt
And a little bit of hate from niggas doing me dirt
I just wash it all out with Tide and show love
To those who
Let's get back to this boom bap shit
Yeah
So we just gon' let this shit breathe one time
Shout-out my boy Henry right here in the studio
Ayy
Yeah
Khaled...we're looking at another win!
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my
Po' out a little liquor for the dead ones
Po' out a little liquor for the dead ones
Po' out a little liquor for the dead ones
R.I.P., now it's all
time I drive by, hope it hurts a little less
Growin' up ain't all it's cracked up to be
Well, it just might be the hardest thing I'll do
Memory lane
a stretch
Like prehistoric Rex
Don't ask me to be your guest feature
More or less, your new song a foreplay like a tease before the sex
You need some more
thought
The cute little boy from down the street
Would fall in love with me
It's like a number one dream come true
To have somebody you love love
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
the works, all in the planning
Burnin' like a candle or a lantern
To the point that my skin getting a little tanner
Done my damage now it's time I retreat
But
the boys
Dancing with the girls
Throwin' em down
On top of the world
If you saw me tonight
You'd think I was fine
But there's more in this glass than what
the only heart you're breaking
She's somebody's daughter
Yeah
You're worth more than just a text message when the night time fall
Whole lotta friends
wit dem
No more 'cause we rough ridin'
Get it out ya head now
LOX is back now
Show a little love now
Pump it in the club now
No we ain't, wit dem
No
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