Lyrics:
Hippies are squares with long hair
And they don't wear no underwear
Country Rock is on the wane
I don't want music, I want pain!
Dictators can swing
in by
Orpheus in the Underworld
We all admire the killers
The depraved and the profane
They all have something you don't have
They're all good
freeze, to touch me you need ten of these
Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast
Young Gunz fire and niggas bleed, I see Mo
I be
It is the do or die show it to me year for Doc
Danny is good at drafting rookies ready to rock
Some are untouchable and others on the block
Keep
it round this time of the year
Moving up from thousandnaires
My version of the streets to blunted fans
I write to inspire one hundred mans
So check it
of wealth and taste (woo woo)
I've been around for a long long year
So many a man sold a faith (woo woo)
Pleased to meet you (woo woo)
Hope you guessed
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten karats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister
a man,
and we took a small thing to a new land.
And when I said I loved you I wanted you to understand,
its real.
[Chorus 1x]
[Jermaine Dupri]
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
so long, had to get reacquainted with the neighbors
On the block all these cash we been rakin'
Way before the rap when I was writin' verses
We was
a drive by
Smokin' weed on the jet, bitch, I'm fly high
You don't wanna give me neck? Bitch, bye bye
On to the next bitch, I hope she bi-bi
'Cause I love
you got something to lose by loving
I'll always be your man
As you watch the sky through the northern lights
Take your time to say good bye bye bye
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change,
can't quit
[Verse Two]
It's been ten years a album and two deals
For real we all know I should have sold two mill, at least
It's all good though I
but now he's long gone
So I carried on and wrote this song to keep the strong on
Me and black-o way back in childhood when we was wild hoods
Well ah, good evening my Nubian brothers and sisters ah
Tonight we got a really big show ah really big show ah
Conducting his Concerto in X Minor
when we walk through the blizzard
With no hat, coat, or gloves for our digits
It's been a long, long road, no fibbin'
Goes so quick though, excuse me
can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
town to town, until it's world renowned
As I rock New York City all year 'round
It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
Thought patterns
Fucking with my brethren, 10 years strong
And he put them dreads in, Silver John Long
But he's more like platinum, hold up, here's a napkin
Pick your jaw
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
makes me feel so good
Now all it is, is a memory
'Cause it make me feel just like a child should
Now an old man sits by the telephone
Faded photos
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