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WHILE WE LOOK DOWN, FROM OUR WINDOW IN THE SKY
IN OUR LITTLE ROOM SO HIGH cBOVE, THE TRcFFIC JcM
TRcFFIC JcM, YEcH TRcFFIC JcM, LOOK cT THOSE
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
hips butt tits b***h call me sire
& i wont stop Mack-in' till i retire
BEATCH!
Chorus x2
B-Legit:
It's cookies in my swisher
boy like the blunt
it's
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
of gin, in case I don't get in
Tell all my people I'm a ridah
Nobody cries when we die, we Outlawz, let me ride
Until I get free
I live my life in
lose yourself
You lost me
[instrumental]
H-h-h-h-a-a-a
[Choir]
Oh
Love
Don't you see the beauty in our lives?
We don't need perfection
We have each
nigga
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm
on the Whitey so
See just Black and White?
There's no room for that in the '90s, yo
I'm still a bill and still checkin' mics
One-two a whole year later
Made you
Hallelujah, I just love her so
All right now
Now when I call her on the telephone
Hey baby I'm all alone
By the time I count, one, two, three, four
I
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck are you
'Cause I, I
Yeah, check it out like this ya heard? (Woo)
Yeah son (yeah) testin one two one two
That's what I'm talkin 'bout (yo)
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
place by far
So hey, my friend
I'm always where you are
Hey my friend
You know I like your style
So I think I'll hang around for awhile
And I
touch up your shape up when Doc spit on the iron
What it is my brother?
(Trying to live my brother)
How you live my brother?
(Real civilized brother)
I'm
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
sacrifice this life
To keep my vanity and live nice
And she love and trust me so much
That whatever I say she'll probably oblige
But I was too selfish with my
stand tall
Something like I'm Solomon
Cop is trying to see my Facebook
So they follow em'
All up on Myspace, the fuck out of my face
Been repping 5'2 ever
Ladies and gentlemen
The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed
Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew
Big respect to the Get
should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin'
story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin' total control, of the body and brain
Flyin'' high in the sky,
thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man fuck the police and president (Georgia) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they
sleepwalkin
So all that bullshit you did, I know where you live
You better be on point when you walk in the rest
Your broke ass probably don't got a vest
to God she a different type of broad
Like to do it on the porch, let me hit it on the yard
She say fuck the rest, I'm the best by far
Pussy so good I'll
Candle in the water, drifting helplessly
Hiding from the thunder
Come and rescue me
Driven by the hunger
Of the endless dream
I'm searching for
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