Lyrics:
a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
Constantly eyed by neighbors who do the Feds favors
It ain't no major though, whether slangin' yay
Mixtapes by wack DJs adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage, the style there is all illusion
On videos
and the pain
Surrounded by a million and no one around
The dirt below loves me just the same
With the moon on top
And the square aligned
And the feeling's right
The village square stands quiet
The curfew still enforced
The streets are even clear of dogs and whores
Like some evil bird of prey
The scaffold
to resist
Strapped into this electric chair
No verdict ever got reached by a square
No verdict about which I'd even care
Non-linear time mainline, non
Down on the place
The pizza the square
In the street
On the strada
Watching the blood flow
Down where the boy goes
Down where the bloods flow
Selected shape, a square or round wheel
Dimensions fate: how to sort you
A hit or miss - want to succeed?
No way to tell - how falls the mustard
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
and you said you was with it, so
I can peep by the convo, you not no silly hoe
Yeah, I own all the cars you seen in the video
Do you know you lookin'
a beat with my feet by just hitting a loop
Bringing the lyrics to prove that I can fit in these shoes
I give you the truth through the vocal booth
Stars
Everyone can share the love
Where we come from friends never say never
Side by side
Satisfied
To stay right here in one square forever.
Anyone
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
seeming like an old vet
Time will pass me by if I don't graduate this time so I expand my mind
Find ways, to elevate it, motivate it, calculate it,
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Little old lady passing by,
Catching everyone's eye,
You have such a charming manner,
Sweet and shy.
Little old bonnet set in place,
And a Smile
Rose, move halves and wholes
Come down to the jungle, just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, just to cop
I used to like to listen to the tales of the old men who sat around the old park square
But the piddlers and the whittlers and the checker boards're
of London Town.
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing
Growing in the crevices by some London railing,
Though it has a Latin name, in town
niggas gon rat
Check my tats, ya neva heard of dis ya suppose to man
It had to fair, now I meet da family and dem, it packed at Madison Square
I had
me by
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair for you
So I'm just watchin' and waitin'
For you
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
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