Lyrics:
silence
Strictly Dope is positive, we're tryin' to stop the violence
Started feel tipsy, I'm lookin' for the door
The Cisco had me dizzy, I stumbled
started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?'
Fifteen, bag of weed, bag of beers in the park
Duckin' out from Feds in the dark.
Then we
this weird pursuit playing drums, copying lyrics out to hang them in my room until I started making my own embarrassing early tries at this thing that
worked next door
Even though we started at the very same time
Alexander Hamilton began to climb
How to account for his rise to the top?
Man, the man
up so let's run it up some mo
UndenYable bout to kick down the door
This time we kicking til they let us thru
Hustle lil harder that's what we gone do
hurting me
And we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head back
Onto the corner of the fridge which is, total agony
Then he gets up and runs out
plug be that pilot
They saw this smile and they started whiling
Tryna get diamonds
Imma get stylish
1/2/3 down at 34
Imma hit 9th with a half for
Me
Sunday
Sak pase na'p boule
Said he need a verse slayed by a trio of greats
Sent us this beat hot and fresh from the safe
A product of perfect timing is
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
care who niggas down with
I'm violatin' 'em if they was out here doin' clown shit, c'mon man (woo)
I know what happen, y'all know what happen, y'all
a section, some of a rehearsal
So sucker MC's don't take it personal
I don't mean to talk about you or put you down
But I get loose out the door and go
Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up even if I'm under
surveillance, I watch out, want to win, and fuck 'em up daily,
throwin' up 7, what am I yellin'?
the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
about to flip that crazy shit
me
Bars go up and down but never open
Refresh that fucker that's always broken
Rather just run off in the open
Take off in my moped out in the open
because I'm already late,
Uh the door opened,
And she locked on me
Eyes, her hands, sitting under her chin,
Hair all down by her shoulders, she looking good
you down, be ready to strike
Howling at the moon like we own this night
One little, two little, three little, four
The wolves are around and we
gone
It was a 3rd row heartbreak
People think our life is easy
'Cause they think we've got it made
But we're living underpressure
Just to be
screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body guard pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview
you're getting out
If you hang around boys round here they'll bring you down
Three hundred, three hundred and sixty-eight
Three hundred, three hundred
next is a nest of insects
I'm the buzz bringer
Buzzer beater
Busting up the set
So how you gonna put me down?
How you gonna put me out?
They looked down
back bumper ese I don't play
Got to the powers, laid it down to the floor
Turned my sounds soft and jumped the hell out the door
We ain't got bad
to
where it all started
L O V E tell me what it says
Cruising down the Ave
with my man Take Three
Lookin' fresh
in my drop inevitably
The Funky President was
into the yard, 'cause now we know for sure
That's the yard that he stays in
Dimma's home in a sec, he's always in and out
Inside, always giving her
this broad
At four in the morning, we was out the club door
A few hours before that, I was getting fresh in the store
Now a week before that, I was
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