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Twenty-four seven so you can see what is in store
Today was a good day
They came out with new Dames
I came out in shoot Js (swish)
I shoot out
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
the Duck)
And, you wanna back off them hogs? Convoy
Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so
Ten, roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here
By the time we
Verse 1: Chuck D
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's
and hoes in the 'llac
Ah Suki, Suki
All day and day, any day, every damn day
I be thinking about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try
In the midst of negativity, a positive site can be blurred
And the visions that we thought were good, seems to let evil occur
While still
want to get me out
Know that they don't like me from the day I came about
Fassys are behind my back running up their
We be rolling twenty deep
In the midst of negativity, a positive site can be blurred
And the visions that we thought were good, seems to let evil occur
While still
to Brussels for you
The cold December thinking you're too good to be true
You don't even try
But you always make me, always make me
Time is flying by
But
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch niggas gon'
I sizzle on stems like crack rocks
It's 3am and I'm 3 doors down, ready to give you 20 like a matchbox
What you know about a chip on a cold shoulder
I heard what you said yesterday about your home
You know you can't take it back like you did when you were twenty one
I know it's gotta be hard
Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they
license plate to see you when I'm backin back
T.I.P. be smokin' on that good shit imagine that
I'm blowin on a hoe that's strong enough to kill
Dogg (Where you from though)
Eastside, rollin' twenty crip (What)
(Oh) yeah (OK, it's all good 'cause) That's what I'm talkin' bout
(Yeah) Ah, you gonna
public housing
Integrity intact, repping hard
They asking how he disappear and reappear back on top
Saying Nas must have naked pictures of God or something
call me Playboy
Gold by the block, lavish on lock, haters in shock and Sexy in Stock
V8s double D's and some 300 blackout man I always got the best toy
back
It's no fun
Got to get to Chicago
And stay on the run
20th Century
Cleaning my brown sunglasses
Light a cigarette
After lunch in the dining car
say nothing at first
I just turned up my nose
She said, "What's wrong? This shirt cost $20"
I said, "Mom, this shirt is plaid with a butterfly collar!"
hating never make a nickel
It's good to make it better when your people make it wit' cha'
Money coming, money going, ain't like you could take it wit'
The late king Michael Jackson doing the moonwalk on the telly
And I was like, "Who's bad?"
Sitting there smoking, sipping MD 20/20
Thinking I was the man
And the of God to stand up, to stand up
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was
his tracks
counted the __ from an old paper sack
he probably said "thank you son, this is all I need"
as he handed me all but the 20 back
Chorus
If I
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