Lyrics:
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Your camouflaging
Now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad
Intention and Wu Wear
navigation if you tryna find heaven!
(haha)
You already know I'm a rare breed (yeah)
Sittin' on a nice amount of acres
And square feet - yeah, see!
Even
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all
que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,
our -
I'm about to break ya off
H-town growin' hard
Lead with hips, slap my thighs
Swing my hair, square my eyes
Lookin' hot, smellin' good
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
to
1800, I'm blunted, fa cert'
Snoop d-o-dub', pocket full of dubs
All my niggas dubs, rollin' on candy
Feelin' like meh, square bitches can't stand me
Well I've been thinking 'bout it an' its been too long
So put them dirty dishes down and leave that laundry alone
Come on
Take me by the hand
I'm just saying
Like a mama you birthed me, Brooklyn you nursed me
Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley
They say you'd murk me by
We're that odd couple on our street neighbors stare and wonder
We're a man and wife in love with each other
Today a friend of mine came by said
a-
Hey cumpa', I love a how you dance a rhumba
But take-a some advice, paesano
Learn-a how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
You ain't
the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank
Just dig that scenery floating by,
We're now approaching Newport, Rhode I.
We've been, for years, In Variety,
But, Cholly Knickerbocker, now we're
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
the NARC sabotagin, slippin cracks in
Your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron
That's somethin niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun
that's gonna be given to you by the Wu, brothers and sisters
The revolution, the revolution will be televised, televised
It's time to rise, and take
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