Lyrics:
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek)]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia
1, 2 why'all, you know I stop ya
Dirty Get Low n**** we
the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night in the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessy
I've been
jeans now
If u touch that skateboard again
You will be shot.
Verse 1
I lost my patience listening to radio stations
Program directors destroying
and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
and the kids all felt happy!
You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
Wit very few commercial interruptions
Boy, it's late, walk me home
Put your hand in mine
At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine"
You are, by far, the brightest star
I've ever seen,
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
of the beast
Can you please pray for me?
Get God on the phone
Said it won't be long
I see jiggaboos, I see Styrofoams
My hood going brazy
Where did we go
And with all the mistakes I've made, you're still listenin'
When the sun dies (when the sun dies)
And the stars fade from view (from view)
Our love will
for you to make a sound
That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
All in black, and put you in a box
A hard rock with a .25 in my
will hold the best for all wear
plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
Verse Three: Method
for you to make a sound
That's when I take you down, shoot you up and suit you up
All in black, and put you in a box
A hard rock with a .25 in my
of these day
When you hear a boy faint then uhh
Where you gonna run too, oh woy
I said they gonna run to the rock
And mountain but they will be no rock
The kids next door will leave you stranded by yo lonesome
Codename 5ive get em gone for the duce one
G double o all the troops at a ten hut
Walk down gang
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
market
Where you get goods for gats to put in packed chocolate
To your health, we rock Chinese strippers
Me and king at ease weighin two ?
backstage, dyin to get pleased
You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen
While you stop your grinnin wit bunch of foxy women
Why you speed ball with cards,
parents say Is'nt he a gifted son
Time is always passing by
And still I have to wonder why
You cant come to tell me I'm the one
Summer goes and we have
the music stops, what then?
Will you understand that christ is king?
Or will you just like the words we sing after the music stops
I recorded a couple
home, I am hoping
That I get to be very old
And when I'm old, I'll only see people from my past
And they all will be happy to see me
We all will
less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From
you" to the people in the building
For helping me build the empire that I'm still building
Diddy said a rapper only gets five years, we doubled that
wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five? Oh, the dope man's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high
on the radio
Teresa broke her neck just to say (hello)
I looked at her I said you must be foolish
Why did you ignore me on the way to school if you were
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