Lyrics:
turned the peoples out
You can feel the tension building here
As an unprecedented number of people have turned out
For what may be the "Trial
I just went to the corner
To get some bread and butter,
Dad called, he'd got your letter,
This is his new number.
Chicken's on the burner
But
tell you one time (Hey)
(girl I love, girl I love you)
And I'ma be your one guy (one guy)
You'll be my number one girl
Always makin time for you
I'ma
by the chemistry
99.9 PerCent of these niggas suck dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No
waitin' for all of my friends who were by my side
And when it ends it was you and I, why can't we all win together?
All these lucky numbers, they're
schooled quick
Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder, I hit blunts
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in
you're too young to really love somebody?
(No, no, no, no, I don't think that)
I say it for me, uh, I'm an adult I say, wait
"You're too young to be in
schooled quick
Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder, I hit blunts
He likes to be ? well, you get the point.?
?Huuut! Your left! Your left! Your left?right, left, right, left, right?!?
A theme song for
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
the world, they 'bout to be gone
Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all
Brought to you by a beer
A little hungover headache, sun
took every potion
From A to me
And that was devotion
Was that really me?
Is that really me?
What a way to waste your wishes
Changing something for
Lawrence, your minority and I'm the majority
Check it, I was young and broke
But I'd fetch it, if it was freshest
Shelf the store for the Eric B. and Rakim
the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
will be
A place where you will wait for my servant Ananias
He will open up your eyes, you'll be a witness unto me
So now I live to serve my master
intuitive, be on some stupid shit
She called the cops 'cause she hated his mother
Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover
How many niggas gon'
what
Is your number one claim
But if got hit with some time
Would you love me the same
And if it's really real go
Ahead and tat my name
And if it's
Don't pass by on the other side
Don't be bound by what you think others may do
Well, just a little bit of faith
And that's all it really takes
Do unto
longer called by name when everybody's got your number
When dignity is gone
That's when depression drags you under
To depths you didn't know beneath
numbers than Eminem
Gotta be fast so I smash on a nigga
With half the cash I'm a little sicker, quicker than you figure
(Ice cold) I make 'em shiver
cupcakes and puts on her jumper
Explains that she'll be late to a worrying mother,
She meets me in Piccadilly.
A begging folk singer stands tall by
And I just gotta let you know
That I'm really feeling your style
'Cause I have to know your name
And leave you with my number
And I hope that you
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